End of the Line

I swam until I was too far out
And I would never make it back alive
Drew my last few breathes, my last few breathes

And screamed my terminal final act
Faster I ran towards the end of the line
The end of the line

Returning not the worst to come
Until the waves wash clean the shore, clean the shore
The dirt will ever mold and crust

Crushed into dust my hands
Forever freed, the dust, myself
You could not keep your thoughts to yourself
Thoughts to yourself

Tears swelled up in your eyes
When you spoke right to my face
Failure claims all that is touched by your hand
Collect your dreams from out of the trash

Unable to stand what you've become
Behind your grin and open palm
A fist concealed a coward's heel
You always knew

You've prayed for this curse and now that it's here
You have no hope for salvation
You have no hope
You have no hope

The things I recall
You killing me twice
One final grasp of your hand marks the end
Then I will be the first to stand guard in this place