fading with age

brownign, blurring

suffering every day

but continues stirring 

mindlessly lingering

mythodically fingering

blades of a razor

and quaint gassoline flame.

robotic whistling 

through storm and through rain

smiling to somehow 

break free from the pain.

as her scars fade away

slowly, so does she.

but she keeps in mind

one day shell be free.