What remains

Outside the inside,it is nothing more then vapours and vortexes of increasing darkness. Everlasting emptiness like an abandoned stomach calling,craving the nourishment that soothes that hollowness that gnaws. A ocean that's still and stagnant, a starless universe above land below barren and bare.
Somewhere here beyond a jungle twisted with dead ends and thorns,within a vipers nest a key to a door.
Deep beneath a derelict dwelling in a forgotten dungeon a baby cries.