Tracking Rabbit Hole

"It's in the eyes"
they never fooled mom,
she always knew
when something was up.
 
And with time she
got really good.
Could tell just what
drug my eyes took.
(I never could)
 
But those next few
months,
they were the worst.
Got so damn hooked
on smack
and smoked crack for
dessert.
 
Overdosed
when I was
just 16;
shot speedballs
like Belushi
fiends.
 
Teenage junkie
in a Northern town,
slinging dope
to feed a
golden arm.
 
The rhythm of
my mixed-up life,
so crazy, how
I did not die.
 
Keeping pace,
hustling streets,
stealing pills,
dealing dimes,
coppin' all the time,
doing what it took
by just getting by.
 
Tried kickin'
a few
hundred times.
No luck,
so gave up
quitting,
accepting
I'd be
dead by
20.
 
Outlived that
expectation
but more
nightmares
would unfold,
 
though pills
replaced
the scary 'H',
they sent me
straight
down
rabbit holes....