Starvation.

The man has no table manners, he's always hungry; but never full.

Crumbs scattered at my feet
I'd always been a messy eater
never been one to lick my plate clean
but this meal won't get any cleaner

only one person dines for this dinner
the man eats away at every last crumb
licks down every sin of the sinner
biting until his jaw turns numb

the main course falls apart
the flesh cannot hold together
and bitterness claws at the heart
perhaps at the hand of the aggressor.

the man licks his fingers
but the meal is not the slightest sweet
the taste of rot still lingers
but that's what really seasons the meat.

and as the curve of time stretched
the man ate slower and slower
every bite was even more retched
as he ripped at the petals of her flower

he didn't even like taste
he didn't know the meal's name
but food should never go to waste
for that would be such a shame

The women in the kitchen are silent
they'd once been the meal to serve
they know when and how dinners get violent
starvation is what they deserve

and he will forget he ever ate
and one day he'll feel hungry again
and the food will remain on his plate
this time,
with nothing to lose and nothing to gain

The man is always hungry,
the man will never be full.