I was smoking with the giant as he lay beside my bed
he delights me with the stories from a world not in my head
was it just the sting of ****** or did something not feel strange
as the marijuana smoke began to dance inside my brain

he was friendly and well mannered not the type that you'd expect
not that you'd expect a giant in your home beside your bed
barely fitting in the space where he tried to lay his head
poor beast of mothers burden i must offer him a smoke
then he vanished with the air that he exhaled from his ****

On reaching the brim
You fall or swim
Similar the case is
In my race
After getting what i thought
Still the situation
Which needs to be fought
Why no calmness
Such anonymous awkwardness
Feeling jolly
Coz i filled my liability
But still unhappy
Coz preplanned
Which calls for the meaning
And that is not happening
Can't i get
Is this what i meant
If this is all
Then y anxiousness
With emotions on
Such anonymous awkwardness

Have you seen the Hills of Eden
They just lay beyond the grove
Where the beauty of the pasture is matched only by the snow
In the season of coldness when the hemlock starts to grow
Have you seen the Hills of Eden
Where the mass graves lay untouched
It was only for the purpose,man is always in a rush
Hush now children, don't be foolish
It's only tales of ghosts and goolish
Yet the weary be aware , above the graves the grass it fairs
Fairly poor from lack of sun or food I know not
yet for purposes the grass is dead above those spots
where dead are laid atop of dead
Like flesh was spread, and nothing said
It is the manner of our ways and still the Hills of Eden fair the same.
Like the rose flow
The lush exterior
Beneath the thorns that cower?
or the beauty of the rose is venerated from its lush exterior
allowing the unpleasantness of the thorn to contain an essence of beauty
thus the beautiful will bare the cross of the wicked
and the wicked will be better for it.
and say i have seen the Hills of Eden