Lost

The darkness that I bury awaits to be re-discovered, like a lost civilization. It calls from afar and deep within, seducing with promises of discovery and conquest. I find myself racing towards its open gates, or am I merely being drawn in by the force of the Unknown? Knowledge, the sum of all my experiences, warns that what has been laid 6 feet under should remain. But Lazarus tells me otherwise. The Unknown is always hard to resists.