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 foresaken

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