Empty Chairs at Empty Tables


Empty chairs at empty tables
Are not as gruesome as they seem
As lonely as they get
You are what you receive

Oh empty chairs at empty tables
Why haven't you given thee
For Shakespeare cannot save you
And neither can we

But empty chairs at empty tables
So much contained in four walls that bleed
A message kept from prying minds
A death note for me

I now sit in empty chairs at empty tables
And try to catch a breath
For if I am a lost spirit left to fable
Then I simply must confess

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