I was thinking maybe I was winning. Only to come out of the dream caused by the beating. Looking up my Defence stands with bat in hand. Be my Advocate.
Whipping my soul. This thing has decided that when conscious, I should be in pain. Who will question this? You care not if I see justice. Were is an Advocate.
Why will not this Greedy Fly just eat me. It’s waits, starting over when I regain consciousness. If this was vengeance it would be okay. Instead it is amusement and carelessness, and I have no Advocate.