Tears stain paper

Blood stain knife

I try to be a savoir

That's how I fuck up my life

I've washed in sin

Bathed in the light of a thousand days

I've lived in the night

Hidden from the life giving rays

Hearts grow cold

Freindships end

Despite what you're told

They're never there in the end

Chris Grant

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-end-44/