Dead...

How did this all happen?
I'm killing not only me but my dreams
So strong I was turning corners
Feet that carried me round the circles
Where did that stubborn fire within burn out?
Once such passion conquered my will
How did I fall and stumble?
I miss that boy who spoke
Now he's gone and all that's left
Is this grey cloud of smoke.
Inside he cried
While one more small piece of him died.