Memoirs of the Ex-Venus

Victims from lust
Murdered by rape
Suicidal widows
Sacrificial virgins
Died by sinful men,
Or sadistic women,
Killed by fetish
Strangled by loneliness
Vanished by their love life
When loving another one.

They are not evil,
They are not good.
They are victims
And they are traitors.

They will feel endless pain
By their green rotten flesh
Rotten, but never wounded

Yet feeling pain, also endless pleasure
The feeling of no gravity and no anger
No fear and no doubt

Endless lovemaking, if found by another equal
Endless pain, if left alone

They will follow you, if not careful
They will not hurt you, of course
If one goes near, no need for fear
Only pain is inflicted to them, when memories rewind.

The trust, turning to dust
The love, shattered
The hope, destroyed
Worst of all, no return.

But, if it finds them
The murderer
It will haunt and hunt
Make the prey to pray.

When Her Pain is unleashed upon him,
Their luck will run out
For she is Karma
She is Lady Luck
She is the Decider
She is your past
She will be your future.

You have given her agony,
She will return the favor.

When your time runs out,
You will die,
Seeing her dead face
And her white glowing eyes,
With tears of dark blood
And the foul stench of corpses.

When the deed is done, she will be set free
Of the accursed nightmares
And let Him decide if she is worthy
To return to the living once more
To go up high to the otherworld
To stay at her realm
Or die a hundred-fold in the netherworld

This is the life
This is the death
This is the path...
of the Ex-Venus.