The writer who wrote about his own death

John Fink had a love for darkness
which in turn festered his own darkness
A darkness his town could only accept in ink
in order to pay his bills
One day, perhaps a Wednesday
Dear John begins to write
after months of no contact to his dark side
the darkness suffice to say is particularly potent
He writes about a man being killed
nothing new there
and of a murderer
still the usual stuff
and with an investigor
boring
and with a victims family
zzzzz
but
there is a twist
A man wearing nothing but black
with dark glasses to match
This dark man visits the family every month
The family thinks of him
slowly but surely as a close friend
2 years pass by
with no result of the victim
but that very same day
the woman recieves a strange call
A man speaks "You know those pies I send you every month"
The wife replies "Those delicous pies...what about them?"
The man continues "His blood and flesh was a part of those pies
ma'am your husband has finally become his true self"
The woman cries but manages to say "W w what is that?"
The man answers "A piece of shit"
He then hangs up
This story about the pies is a hit
Dear Johnny boy is going to Hollywood

Pity his admirer took the story to heart