Incubi Nightmare

Another small poem i've been sitting on.

As the night nips at her heels
the gravel biting at her feet
contemplation is the reason for said walk
consideration for those whom she left
left to thier fate
and their graves

she dug them
for us, and only us

ghost of passing dreams
I pray you'll one day know my pain
and fathom the depths
to which you led me to drown

take it all in
breathe the succubent water
down your airways
to constrict you from any
further anguish