In loneliness, I keep my chair... Poetry

In loneliness, I keep my chair,
In it I breathe, in it I pray.
For every other being there,
I leave a note, a word on it. 
For those, who come,
For those who leave,
I offer temporary seat. 
For those who fight,
For those who cheat,
I offer death on blowing wind.
In loneliness, I keep my chair,
In it I live, in it I sleep,
For every guest, 
For every visit,
I shred to piece my scrawny wings.