Dying Dreams

The price is high,
But the pain is well rewarded.
The only question is,
If you think it's worth it.

Few things can stand,
In the way of high dreams.
No one can understand,
Things are not always what they seem.

But the dream is dead,
Few things are left to live for.
Old comrades,
No longer worth dying for.

Loving hate,
The greatest element.
Hoping despair,
An untrue existence.

The price is high,
But the pain is well rewarded.
The only question is,
If you think it's worth it.