Rose of The Black Leather Harem!

Taste the whip baby!

Pain is the speed, the need, that you feed.

Black leather roses wrapped in chains
adorn my mortal shell
momentarily...
Dried up twigs like my family tree
once roses,
shall ashes soon be.
Though the chains shall forever bind
my soul, my spirit. my mind.

Poem by Rose Decay.
copyright 2006.


Sorry but I do not consider myself Goth, Emo or any of that shallow "cowboy and indian preschool crap" I am a free spirit without limits.


I kill coversation when I walk into a room.

I am not a slave to a world that dosent give a shit.

I am what I am and I like what I like and I like it on the back of a motorbike.

To the haters--"Everybody's someone else's N*****, I know I am so are you, I was'nt born with enough middle fingers, I don't need to choose a side...

Bow down before the one you serve, your gonna get what you deserve...

Rose Decay is my name, out come the chains!

I least like...

1)Ungrateful people,

2)People who ride the coat-tail of the safe majority. Including haters.

3)People who think the death of one is a tragedy, but the death of millions is just a statistic.

4)People who can't see the forrest for the trees and they can't smell their own shit on their knees.

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~~MARILYN MANSON~~