Red Building Of Brick Poem by Vision Ghost

Looming over me like a monster of such darkness
Its domain concealed in denial and mysteriousness
Eerie building like a factory so silent in its wake
I stand so external of its walls and products to make

Towers of chimneys reaching higher to the clouds
As though trying to reach and tear down the shrouds
Barely a window enough to let in the suns daylight
Do they work in pitch black or have they taken flight

Away from this realm of brick and dark architecture
Staring back at me like an ever intimidating creature
So much unknown of the realm within its tall walls
Who is its workforce? Where dead or dispossessed calls?

Are they a hidden people so hidden within its chambers?
What do they produce or even destroy with its members
I stand on this street corner seemingly all else oblivious
To this strange and sinister presence yet so mysterious

But it is just that a building, that no else takes heed
I wonder long of what goes on in there to warrant need
Of such size and such secrecy or do I really want to know?
If I broke in and trespassed would I be dealt a fatal blow?

When was this place built to a world very different now?
Do the ghosts keep working onwards sweat upon brow?
As I see no person enter and I see yet no one ever leave
Is it a form of hell in there due a form of human reprieve?

I wonder what great machines turn never slowing daily
Or turn forever in a world focussed forever nocturnally
What sort of person designs a place so very featureless?
To engulf my imagination of fear so now very limitless

As nothing has been changed or improvised in years
Or if perhaps architects watch with caution in reveres
If I was to enter would I ever see daylight evermore?
To fearful to ponder what it is this building stands for