my flawed design

I put some breadcrumbs upon my pillow,
To feed the tiring mind.
I begin to write my dreams again,
In the hopes of turning blind.
I sow some seeds of dislike afresh,
To the past a reckless rewind.

A few steps here and there on the sand,
The lord brands the “me”, the crime.
In the meadows of the stolen human’s paradise,
I build my own, small holy shrine.
For I would be the priest of a circumcised ego,
I shall prepare to look divine.

Pick up your stones and take your aim,
Broken and divided here I stand.
The blistering sun doesn’t shine on me,
Yet my soul seemed so tanned.
Release me from my captivity,
right here! Come, cut this vocal gland.

P.s- no title for this post.. because even i didn't know what was i writing? why was i writing it? what thoughts went along while writing? I am not depressed in life. Infact i am pretty happy but somehow when i read this one back again, i kinda sent shiver's down my spine. why am i writing so much of pain? and agony when i don't intend to. Answer me for i am not able to answer myself.