The Follower

Monkey see, monkey do.
What happened to originality?
I’m sorry no one will remember you.
You’re lost to commonality.

What happened to originality?
Maybe we misplaced it.
You’re lost to commonality,
But rumor has it you existed.

Maybe we misplaced it.
We can’t find your name anywhere.
But rumor has it you existed,
Yet, we will always remember theirs.

We can’t find your name anywhere.
We only knew you as their shadow.
Yet, we will always remember theirs,
I guess you didn’t get the memo.

We only knew you as their shadow,
I’m sorry no one will remember you.
I guess you didn’t get the memo,
Monkey see, monkey do.

Venice Renee-Lynn Hughes

The Love I Have Tortures My Soul

My passion’s become my burden
Weighing heavily upon my shoulders.
The disease caught from the battle of Verdun
But carried proudly, for I am a soldier.

Weighing heavily upon my shoulders
It is a price that cannot be lifted,
But carried proudly, for I am a soldier
It is a sensation in which I’m addicted.

It is a price that cannot be lifted,
A gift that has become my curse.
It is a sensation in which I’m addicted
A drug that’s kept me from my worse

A gift that has become my curse,
Keeping me away from all reality,
A drug that’s kept me from my worse,
Yes, it’s that body building mentality.

Keeping me away from all reality
It has begun to take its toll.
Yes, it’s that body building mentality,
And I’m beginning to lose control.

It has begun to take its toll,
The disease caught from the battle of Verdun.
And I’m beginning to lose control,
My passion’s become my burden

 Venice Renee=Lynn Hughes