Misleading calm and Unnatural rest

There is a misleading calm in the air
I could smell danger almost everywhere
There is an eerie feeling crawling on my back
Yet with unnatural Fear, I feel at rest

Where I am
I have never been to this place
What I planned
I have never thought of other ways
This is me
I am who I am suppose to be
Who are you
To come unexpectedly to my rescue
Who am I?
Wretched one, condemned and a prodigal son