Depression-Stalled Repressed-Rage

From now to infinity I smoke like a chimney
Short of breath, you'll never get wind of me
Sneak attack, impact through your back
bullet or blade, show your spine a close shave
Soon to be riddled with lung cancer and cirrhosis
but still I break the brittle like osteoporosis
whoever is closest must know this and if not take notice
because when I show this to the world so atrocious
the stench of urine overwhelms you out of fearing the ferocious
My left hand's a bottle, the right hand a pistol
in between my teeth is the gristle
from chewing all the bullshit that they trying to feed me
about to explode and nobody believes me
make no mistake, on the outside you see me
but like illusions optical of oasis tropical
I sting like salted hot sand and leave wounds more than topical
Insight and insanity like McGuyver and Manson
so hope that the shit that I'm planning don't ever happen
because you might be the trigger that puts the plan into action
this diction gives traction to my non-fictional faction
internal army of ghosts to be released through the cities' streets
hungry for destruction and an eternity to eat
a swarm of immortal locusts that thrive on raw meat
however, I lack the drive to pull the lever
So hope that I sever the thoughts rather than modify them forever