Slipping Behind (used to be underneath)

(most of the changes accour toward the end of this) It pounds out old emotion like blood run cold How can it be that passion's grown old? It mustn't be true yet it couldnt be a lie I wont believe and i wont even try What cure is death but solitary confinement Is a man worth more then devil's commitment Does it really come to this that i must surely die Eyes open eyes close nothing breathed, failed sighs Beauty unmatched and a heart of stone-encased nails I thought much better of it till now as it all fails Dumping buckets of blood to cover fake snow Im sorry I still dont want you to ever know It was me that one night with face and eyes bright Embracing the lies forgetting i'd loose sight My goals lie dead I still have yet to attain A promise to stay the course and thereby gain The perfect freedom and bliss I so miss (in progress)