Wretched songs erupt from a room of lust

Feeble piano tunes are swallowed in the dust
A single wilted rose smiles from the corner
And a paper heart is being burned, it's out of order

Long handled daggers planted in the walls
Caress, sweet candles
Shine upon the room
Forever hold in glory
Long handled feathers engrave memories in stones

No silence can be heard, as the words fade away
But even silence can hurt, when there's nothing you can
say
Is it lost? Is it locked? Is it sealed with doom?
?Is it alive? Is it a myth? Is it still a room