Rockstar

[Indie]

Weeks of chemical abuse leave his dull mind stale, (IMO "dull" can be taken out as it mirrors stale, I don't think it helps in the description)
reflection reveals dark eyes sunken, skin turned pale,
the kind of face both child-like and yet so very old, [b](a face both child-like and yet so very old)
clothes are torn and dirty, flesh is wet and cold. (can get away with removing "and" and "is" for flow IMO)

Shaking, clutching his smoke, his cancerous crutch,
harmless in his sadness and so gentle in his touch,
but nobody can see him for he is the urban ghost,
blinded by the acrid fumes to which he is engrossed. (like this verse )

Homeless thus forever lost, his poverty sincere, (IMO "thus" doesn't work in this line)
fear drives him to seek solace, his new motive is clear,
but crack inside his pipe becomes the cracks inside his mind, (the flow of this line is off)
and it cracks in the foundations of the life he left behind. (used cracks three times in this verse, it's repetitive and not in a good way)

Life a nightmare endless, but he begins to form a dream, (endless nightmare)
swirling dust, cardinal paint, some strange metallic gleam,
these hidden dirty memories of what was once his home,
remind him why he must be free and ever must he roam.

Perhaps he once was clever, for his words are full of jargon,
talks in hopes of pennies, which with crystals he will bargain,
then huddles in amongst the filth and wraps himself in lies,
surrounded by a cloud of smoke in which his spirit flies.

And I'm going to stop there for now, before I go over the recommendations for mild crit, lol. Hope this helps. This poem is very interesting, and I like most of what I see. Just needs some tightening up

Peace, Indie