‘Be my savior’

Take me out of where I am, leave the world and leave your life, and find an exit for me, be the savior and take me out of here. Build a door, dig a hole, draw a path, and guide me outside, walking, crawling, or perhaps swimming. Take out what remains of me to live a part of me free. I do not demand the rest, the rest of my parts. Don't stumble upon them, forget about them, and place them somewhere only they know. Leave them, for the fire will swallow each one of them until no trace of it remains. Even its ashes will scatter with the smoke to hide it completely. Find a pen and draw a path with it, let it be straight. Don't care about its color, for it does not concern me. Be wary not to let it slip from your hand, for no one but your memory holds the evidence for my exit, and no one but you holds the key to my solitude. Perhaps rust has covered its shape, but it is forgotten in your pocket. Do not mistake between taking the pen and the key, and locking away the last remaining part of me to be consumed by fire along with the ashes of the remaining burnt parts.