Gone

What would you want if you were to leave it all? Not forever necessarily.

I could be the painting you could draw
Hanging from a wall
A face that's unevolved
With no race or higher calling
Save me from this time
Help me escape this death
Make me immortal
But before you take my breath
Far away from these places
with no trace of life or death
color me in with the ones no one can see
For that's the perfect disguise
No lies won't even have to hide
From what I'm hoping to be

And that, my friend, is gone.