Banquet

Mm
Funny place, isn't it?

Pretty faces at the table
Empty plates, restless hands
Everyone's talking louder
Hoping someone understands
Eyes wander, bodies lean
Every smile feels rehearsed
You call this connection
It just feels, rehearsed

Every word comes too fast
Every look asks for more
No one's starving for love
They're just scared of being bored

Time to feast, don't look away
Hunger's already in the room
Sugar voices, fragile heat
Blooming way too soon
Take a taste, take it slow
Everyone knows the rules
Nothing here is innocent
Nothing here is cruel

Compliments fall like confetti
Soft touches, heavy intent
Everything feels temporary
But everyone acts convinced
You say: This feels different
Like it hasn't been said before
Every night resets the story
Back to wanting something more

No one stops to ask permission
They just reach and call it fate
Mistaking shared attention
For something intimate

Time to feast, lights are low
Everyone's feeling seen
Candy words, borrowed warmth
Caught inside the in-between
Take a bite, don't pretend
You don't know how this goes
Desire makes its own rules
And everyone follows

Danger isn't teeth or claws
It's appetite without pause

Time to feast, smile polite
Watch the room consume itself
Every glance, every breath
Placed gently on the shelf
Nothing taken by force
Nothing purely given
Just a table full of people
Hungry for something missing

Careful
Not everything sweet is filling