<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=511778" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Passengers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The things we think that feel the best.<br>Most often cause us pain.<br>So we risk to seek the pleasure.<br>Again, and again and again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is for the ones we hurt the most.<br>They sit and watch us slowly die.<br>We sacrifice their little hearts.<br>We rarely bat an eye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They are merely passengers.<br>Riding on our ship.<br>We unknowingly bring them along.<br>On our destruction trip.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When we feel the pain.<br>They feel it even more.<br>The quest to our destruction.<br>Lies just beyond the door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We open it up and walk right in.<br>The pleasures make us blind.<br>The innocent little passengers.<br>They follow right behind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A tear wells up in the little one’s eye.<br>And rolls down their little cheek.<br>But we journey down the road to hell.<br>Their pain is worth the peek.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Another door, another room.<br>Further in we go.<br>The passengers hurt and terrified.<br>As we continue on our show.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then when it is all said and done.<br>And we admit our own defeat.<br>The innocent little passengers.<br>Stand behind us bruised and beat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We turn around and there they are.<br>We see the damage we’ve done.<br>The pain for the innocent passengers.<br>Was not at all worth all our selfish fun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We say we’re sorry, forgive me please.<br>Can we leave this all behind.<br>Not aware of all the scar tissues.<br>We’ve left in their little minds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So chose your path so carefully.<br>With everything you say and do.<br>The pleasure we seek, it is all lies.<br>But to our passengers it’s the truth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We hurt the ones we love the most.<br>Our actions lead the way.<br>Remember their tomorrows.<br>Lie within our todays.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ryan+Lee+Morris">Ryan Lee Morris</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=511778" data-title="Passengers de Ryan Lee Morris" data-description="The things we think that feel the best. Most often cause us pain. So we risk to seek the pleasure. Again, and again and again. This is for the ones we hurt the most. They sit and watch us slowly die. We sacrifice their little hearts. We rarely ba..."></div> </div> </div>

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