I wish for/Unfinished

I hope for a wish, I wish for a hope to deliver this note to a sinner.

You can go on coping through smoking, choking the inner.

You said, you awoke. Now you're a winner?

All I see is a clown, broken with no one around to know you drowned in the river.

That's a metaphor for your tendency to be found in the bitter.

You heard a sound? Now you're like the winter.

How did spite turn around and bite you in the liver?

It's like you fight with the light just to be proud you're a killer. You just doubt there's a trigger.

You run about shouting about how you're bigger. How you're quicker.

You down the liquor, now you're sicker.