Beyond This Oasis

All the flora and fauna existed on a water fed basis
But the springs are now dry beyond this oasis
There're no clouds in the sky; no fruit on the trees
As the temperature rises above 60 degrees

I'm the last of my kind, but my spirit's a thread
And I don't have the strength to cover the dead
I've devoured the last fig; I've supped the muddy water
As I wither away in the pitiless slaughter

I slouch on the ground amongst the dust and the stones
A sickly sack of skin over a framework of bones
The last man alive in this hideous heat
Measuring the gap between every heartbeat

I've abandoned the prayer; abandoned all sanctity
This was the last stand; this was the last sanctuary
Marooned in a desert, there was nowhere to run
So alone I will die under the blistering sun

It bleached as it baked and laid waste with a drought
Seared all the crops, so nothing could sprout
Turned the copious fertile from verdant to forsaken
And destroyed the refined so it couldn't reawaken

The colours all drained leaving desolate plains
Starved of the elixir that poured down as rains
Pastures were poisoned by soil erosion
With evaporating seas and a growing sand ocean

Weeks turned to months and months turned to years
But the time has long passed since I shed the last tears
My breathing is laboured in my shrivelled up chest
Come the final exhale is when I'll be blessed

I'm prone on the ground in the shade of a shelter
Slipping from life as I sink in the swelter
All my dreams were delusions in the fog of the fade
I'm the last man to die, I was the last man afraid

All the life that existed was on a water fed basis
But the well has run dry, within, and beyond this oasis
There're no bugs, no beasts, no birds in the trees
There's nothing left living beyond 60 degrees