Shadowy Corners of Its Facade

In every effigy there is infamy... I conceive every domain. That is my immortal doctrine... I see into the shadowy corners of its facade...   Feel its faded power and ruined   opulence?  The cracks remain...    I construct the lines of fate...    That is only by decree.    A washed in sweet opium     I study life's delicate filigree.      I clutch for the golden ring.      The object of a lifetime desire;      To find nothing...       But ashes and twisted bared wire.      All the fire, passion n bleak rain.       Bleeds down      Down...     Into an endless drain.     Deep in the black ground...   That is my eternal pain.