Here’s the trailer
you should be ludicrous, a figure of fun, something to laugh at, to throw stones at.
moving across the screen as inside the narrative,
you move across the deserted night-time square.
move across the room
move towards the bed
clumsy, hands outstretched, reaching , grasping.
so hungry, yet shamed by this need, this emptiness
your face in the moonlight, always in moonlight, like some sad italian clown,
if eyes are the windows to the soul and you have no soul – what then are your eyes a window to?
tears for yourself, what you have become, for the thirst that drives you on or for their hunger, their need for you to do that thing that you do so well
each time believing that this will be the one
this time your hunger sated, your thirst slackened, this time you will sleep
skin on skin, pulse on something else, something almost but not yet dead, , asleep beyond sunrise, finally still
but the hunger grows again, sends you back into the night, hunting for such easy prey
they give themselves up to you, wait for you to fill their emptiness, their absence, they were dead long before you left them
and then at the end, there you are
so thin, you seem almost translucent
this is what the blood has brought you to.