SaviorCide

Maybe,
if I angle just so,
and cut in ribbons
instead of lines
my skin will finally fall away.

I won't have senses
yet I will feel everything.
No one will see me,
but I can fix everything.

change/fix

Piece by piece,
cradle ignorance
in the ocean of the soul.
Let them feel the vibration;
let them feel the absence.
Released, they will
fix it themselves.

vibration/release

Unless,
of course,
someone finds
what I have left behind:
crawls into my skin;
the maggots and rot and filth.

The restriction.

God forbid,
pseudo-Superman
saving the world
from being saved.