Once upon a time

Once upon a time, my pen gets dry. Then I go look out for crayons, and eventually, they get too short. Then, we go back to pencils, but they also are not long enough for our papery dreams. Once the pencil is over, I'm forced all the way to plain charcoal, and when it ends, nothing left, except using my own blood.

When it ends, I can't quite live up to the end of the blood, if you catch my drift, but, what the hell? There's an end to everything, and our story can't be written forever, indefinitely.