How dare I dear you.
Yet I can't help but feel,
You and I are one.
I doubt you'd feel the same.
Dead men rarely feel more than stone.
I write you now to show myself
That art can be inside me.
Despite how much I've made,
I reject myself intensely.
You need not come to my call,
But please just hear me out.
I want to feel just like you.
My god this booze is stout.
Please guide my words
To be as yours,
Meaningful and free.
To lead the people to the cliff
Of what shouldn't be believed.
I thank you now for your time,
Great dead O' Henry.
You've become immortal,
Doubly so,
So very deep in me.
