I'm needy and bloodless, a vampire trying to feed from myself. Into the darkness I go, night after night, necessitous and seeking; desperate for blood, for life force. I can't find it within myself, so I become another, separate person - a creature of the night; a bloodsucking beast thirsting for life force through blood. My own. Can I taste within my own blood what I can't feel coursing through my veins? Can the bright blood-red contrast the darkness of my desperation starkly enough to light up the night?