Inner Space Domain

I can feel the claustrophobic enclosure of my cabin fever
Necronauts having enraptured me, with a dream weaver
Not knowing who I am, as my parallel world is undefined
Everything unseen is an illusion, from my conjuring mind
Reality is the unreality of rationality, if my insanity's sane
So let the defilers follow me, into an inner space domain
Perhaps though, a paradox has caused a paradigm shift
As where I am is disappearing, on the other side of a rift
Caught in this void that is nowhere, I'm trapped in a box
Eyewitness to nothing, but something's turning the locks
Driven into shadows, I sense I need to make my escape
Or have all the ravenous skinwalkers shifting into shape
My mind's sinking down, to where the oneironauts roam
And my mire's darkness is lifting and I'm not quite alone
In my hand there's a handle, it's the handle of a cleaver
Now the necronauts are my prey, for I'm a wily deceiver