Table of Distrust

There is an empty table
Where lost souls feast asame
A cold and lonesome fable
An untold tale without a name

I am an invited guest
My chair politely pulled out
Here we forget the rest
Forget what life's about

Feast on dusty, little tears
A meal prepared for one
Swallowing our fears
As our hearts become undone

Don't ever talk too much
Just stare at hollow faces
Around the table of distrust
We state our saddened cases

Once again our suspicion confirmed
And our blackened hearts re-assured
We get up
Each time more deeply burned
Our logical minds once again cured