Novel Of A Parasite

What's the reason for surviving like a parasite?

I'm so tired of breaking myself into pieces

God has given me everything, taken everything from me

Now, I hate to say that I'm alive.

Not the fruitful life of the green carpet,

Survived by embracing the grief of losing myself-

In the shelter of others, in the love given by the grace of others

In one of the destructive countries upon the red carpet.

Painted by flowers is not a life of love,

Accumulated sighs forget to blow the harmonica.

Now, no one feels dearer than darkness-

Light seems to be parasitic in a dark life.

Exhaustion survives alone in the crowd;

When I see myself in the mirror, I feel pity.

Donno who is there stepping on the deck of the chest every moment,

I see the destruction of the submarine of life as a helpless captain.

Bad times will spread its kingdom restlessly- 

At the end of the night, I'll be lost in silence.

Because in the broken novel of a parasite,

There is no place for happy notations.