Room (the)

There is a room.
A dark cold room.
It is dead.
There is no life or feeling.
It is numb to the world.
After being trashed,
Time and time again,
It has locked it's doors.
Now empty,
The lonely beats echo.
The echo can drive you mad.
Just on and on.
The lonely echo.
The hollow sound bouncing off the clean walls.
Fear locked the door.
And love can't get in.
All trapped until everything dies and there is nothing.
This is one thing that keeps me alive.
Yet the one thing that kills me.
My heart.