I want to live forever
& it doesn't matter
if it's a curse or not.

I don't really care
if I become possessed,
have to join the ranks
of the undead,
or have a craving
to drink endless
pints of blood.

And who cares
if I have
to make my abode
in a dark dank place
or if pieces of my face
fall off?
I don't.

And if my skin
turns pasty white or
my teeth grow
long & pointed,
what matter?

Who's going to see me
so late at night
anyway!?

And besides,
life is definitely
worth living,
or dead,
or even ugly!