disclaimer: i'm no drama king. i know this may seem like it but pleez just offer suggestions for my writing. tanks.

as was cried out by Love's Anemic, he is starved and thus his Lifeblood trickles thin and weak.

Love is what She is:She gives to Her "Children" the Life that comes from Love. She is the vitality that infuses the Hearts and viens of those not Forgotten. and so the young Still-Born is dull and effervescent (irony)with Gloom as he palely looks on with Envy and Longing in his cobwebbed breast at those who are fat and burning bright.

what reason does he have for Being, living off the cruel crusts, paltry after-glows, and tales and rumors of Her Loved? Frail, starved, cold, and pale, he "lives" on by the merciless sustenances, left "alive" and not allowed a kind Death. MOCKINGLY kept alive by the gay peals of Lovers and the consoling, ache-filled, womb-dark embraces of the wake of Darkness, a fellow trailer, the trailing Shadow, Void, Absence.

Torturous existence. WHY? condemned to starve eternally for the remainder of his days with no relief nor solace till natural Death; anti-climactic and cold, like a frozen Hell, an inevitable Purgatory to Tartarus. thus will he wink out of Existence, among the Living, a Vampire of Love, forced to wander and hate/envy and loath and fear Her Presence.