Just one line!

The lead snaps when I try to write. I've been drafting all night. Faded lines linger. My thoughts simmer. My vocabulary is a valiant fighter. Teleporting out of reach with a grin. Burnt with each flick of the lighter. The letters drip across my skin. My pencil looks at me in spite. Giving me the finger. The paper's still pure white. Forsaken my dinner. I embark towards a gruesome fight. Exerting effort to create a true winner. Fantasy worlds are my bed for tonight. Extorting comfort shades dimmer.