THAT BOY

"O Lord, grant me your love, grant me that I love those who love you; grant me,

that I might do the deeds that win your love. Make your love dearer to me than the love of myself, my family and wealth." (Tarmizi)

That boy..

He let the water runs rapidly from the tap,

He tried to wash his hand,

He tried to clean them from it,

He had doing this for years,

But he still feel that,

His hands are dirty..

He raise his hands high up,

Confirming that his hands are clean,

But what he visualize is,

A terrible SIN..

It struck his minds,

That never-to-be-forgotten night,

They lurk into each other eyes,

With a hug, warm and tight,

Silence, no noise,

Just cricket singing,

And the sounds of their voice,

Adrenaline arose,

And what they did is far beyond..

Female shriek break the silence and peace,

of the early morning,

The feeling of regret suddenly build up in her,

But why only now?

Started feeling afraid and she don't know how,

Is it okay for her to ask him,

To marry her now?

"Not my fault", he said,

And her rosy cheeks turns bright red,

Tears of guilt drains down her face,

With nothing more to embrace.

Lost of DIGNITY,

Her voice blurted from throat,

Would he marry her,

or the rest would be in court..!

It was a big mistake of her,

She should not have to threatened him,

Devils from nowhere,

And the boy just let them compromise,

With the strength of a man,

No MERCY,

He let her die in his own hand..

That boy..

He wake up from his day; nightmare,

The water still ran down the tap,

The feelings..

He could no longer dare,

And he ends his own life,

With a haunting stab..

L.O.V.E,

Is it for good..?

L.O.V.E,

Is it for real..?

Shouldn't it be something that is long-last?

Or is it just a scene full of...

L.U.S.T..??