Allegory [Architectural Thesis]

Opening my eyes, I confess I was surprised
I’ve been in and out the Art House one too many times
Today it was different, crazy in design
Had me feeling hypnotised in each one of my eyes
I couldn’t believe what them things cast
Looking up to see shadows of a kid’s back
Passing through spaces that I passed myself
Made me realise I was watching me and no one else
From the side leading up to it - it looked fine
Things took a turn when I walked onto the side
The entrance was replaced with a new way inside
A BRIGHT RED LINE standing stories in the skies
Shadows of a journey that I took alone
Through the underpass and pharmacy
Towards my home
But the portrayal wasn’t accurate to say the least
Had me looking like a beast
Even though it stood tall it was interesting
Out there starving on the streets
Because there was only a little entrance in
A tunnel, smaller in size
Way smaller than the line how it appeared outside
Paranoia from the shadows
How they made me seem
I quickly gathered my composure
My shoulders hit the sides passing through the confines
I emerged into a space so deceiving to my eyes
The ground floor studio scarcely designed
Then I left the scene
Walking up the stairs to a different plane
A carcass of the Art House with no remains
Excavated to the basement
Where the darkness would reside
Looking to my left I see the line again
As it spans a distance
As I walked down the stairs, I felt a harsh heat
Coming from behind a wall that had a marked seat
As I sat down in the pitch black
I noticed rays of light cutting through its thin cracks
Further than my sight could send
Behind me - hearing shadows try and call me friend
I stepped forward
Apprehensive of what’s at the end