(Invitation) Into the Abyss

Gone are the days when voices were for mere words and sentences.

I have no doubt you've heard many voices mumble and mutter meaningless murmurs in their multitudes, so I won't.

Instead, I'll rather show you my delicate destruction of these pastlife perceptions;

Captured as clearly as on the canvases I left behind when I kept inside your mind's eye and dropped them there for you to find.

Where most are limited to just words, I  can make you feel the chilled autumn breeze as I breathe

So, if for no other reasons than these,

 I dare you to pick me