I know what I saw and I know what I heard
Anyone who's on the fence has not a moment occurred
Where in which an explanation was vacant or void? Evasive?
No rational way of facing it? Basically that's the state I'm in
Welcome to alienation which may or may not explain it
If I'm just being honest I'm pondering my whole placement in
This situation it's craziness yes I am cognizant
Of exactly how I sound while pronouncing what seems preposterous
Condescend all you want though it's not as if I can stop it
No more than I can explain it remaining in my subconscious
Every shadow has a form in every wind I hear a whisper
Feel a constant presence near me there's an orb in every picture
And I wish there was a surefire way to know that I'm okay
But the fire's in the sky at night and brighter than the light of day
I lie awake in wait to face whatever event eventually
Occurs and wonder what's at work what sort of energy
Emerges standing next to me semi-human essence
I'm left with no frame of reference and nary a point of entry or an exit
Where'd they go? Where do they come from in the first place?
To materialize in front of my eyes then disappear quick as they come
Is it my mind playing tricks again? Or is it them? Do they exist?
If it's a bend in the realms of sanity am I imagining
My own reality? Seems I'm caught within my thoughts
I can't believe what's happening or as it seems what's not

Continual confusion illusions am I delusional?
When I think I've solved the puzzle in comes another such inscrutable
Element to the mystery never will we admit defeat
That still don't mean we understand any experience we dream
Or conjure up not enough evidence to say otherwise
Regardless how convinced I am still unable to summarize
Or fit this all together the pieces remain scattered
Jumbled in the mumbles of those who retain answers

I know that I don't know anything about
What's happening but damn if it don't drastically keep dragging me
Down to a level unsettling as the devil
Heaven help me I keep telling myself that this isn't mental
But questioning how it's physical no answer yet has fit the bill
I've got nothing but a grimace to exhibit still
Uncertain pull the proverbial curtain things have worsened
Waking up to red eyes staring at me from an undetermined
Source of sorts a shape able to morph
The flutter of black wings in the dark a tour de force
Of something otherworldly perhaps interdimensional
A siren or a sentinel the watchers have assembled
Though not all of us can see it seems the truth beneath the dream
And these possibly prophetic experiences I need to be
A part of for some higher cause beyond our understanding
Then again I may be dreaming and none of this means a damn thing

Continual confusion illusions am I delusional?
When I think I've solved the puzzle in comes another such inscrutable
Element to the mystery never will we admit defeat
That still don't mean we understand any experience we dream
Or conjure up not enough evidence to say otherwise
Regardless how convinced I am still unable to summarize
Or fit this all together the pieces remain scattered
Jumbled in the mumbles of those who retain answers