You’re just a fucking pie. Outsane by Aiden Pyne.

Meat.
Gravy.
Pastry.
A fucking pie.
That is all you are. A fucking pie.
I eat you and you burn my tongue.
I go “ouch” and then I put you back in my mouth.
For you are a pie and I am hungry.
I am hungry for you.
You, which is pie.
Pie. Nom nom nom.
I nom on you. You fucking pie. You burnt my tongue.
You cause my mouth pain and yet I continue to eat you.
Fucking pie.

Am I insane?
Do I like the pain?
Why do I keep eating you pie?
You fucking pie that burns my mouth.
NO!
I am not insane.
I do not like the pain.
I just like the pie.
Meat.
Gravy.
Pastry.
A fucking pie.

I am outsane.
I do not like the pain.
I like the pie.
The pie.
The fucking pie.
Take you into my mouth.
And you play with matches.
Burning my tongue.
You arsonist pie.
You fucking arsonist pie.
Fuck you pie.
I love you pie.
For you are just a fucking Pie.