My Mind Is Prosthetic

I was once enraptured by frost
As my mind escaped into the ten-thousand realities of my life.

My mind melted into an obsidian
Which was carved into the dust of tomorrow.

My mind twisted into an eclipse
Where lies and deceit exist in boundless time.

My mind decayed into an absense
Where branches snap from the force of the wind.

My mind coiled into string
Which reeled in the malice.

My mind evolved into an illusion
Where the blood and the rhine stain eternity.

My mind circled into an oblivion
Where emotion is just one step behind.

My mind fell into an invulnerability
Where fate matches fear.

My mind is prosthetic.