Gone are the days where voices were for mere words and sentences.
I have no doubt you've heard countless voices, claiming countless things
So I won't.

Instead I'd rather show you my delicate destruction of these past life perceptions
Captured as clearly as on the canvases I left behind
When I crept inside your mind's eye and left it there for you to find

Where most are limited to just words
I can make you feel the chilled Autumn breeze I breathe
So, if for no other reasons than these
I dare you to pick... Me