Analysis of torn-out-side in

Soon past moving on,
          This river of scarlet pain.
Merely a portion left unspent,
          the only trace of him undrained.
Passionless about his ways,
          unseen his careless content.
Blind from woe,
          starving on the velvet bent.
Bleeding out his worth,
          his character exposed.
Thrown out to the wolves,
          bitten and unopposed.
Curdled his bloody wrasp,
          the crimson fog of his breath.
Restless whispers,
          ungraceful dance of death.