Subconsciously Bludgeoned

Here i lie
Left to die

Torn and beaten
A scolded demon

Left in its own ashes
Happiness it searches

Glassed-over sight
Prepared for a fight

With its own subconscious
Armed with nothing but being nauseous

Blood so red it could blind the sun
This inner battle has begun

By the rose it has been bitten
By a bat it has been bludgeoned