MonoMad Photographic Contest

All sad things are deleted in this room from loneliness impersonal, sick burning trail from the threshold hot. Like pain, cruel in the soul burning from oaths. As a fire you are wild in my eyes of the desired devilites. Like a golden light you sneak in my heart- as a hope for every bright morning. He has condemned me for my love, Stand alone in the room, closed. My longings like wings the bird cut, let me in a lonely room to burn out of loneliness.