Lil ones last meal

Lil ones last Meal  
 
I'm dreams she haunts me from beneath the pale  
Her story spreads like a black mold around my own soul  
Her babies sharp cries shatter my nights  
Violent shrieks that jag my eyes come morning, the look on their faces still makes my blood run cold  
Their mothers desperate need for unearthly delights  
Left them alone with horror, and  begging for bread  
I found them one morning, the youngest in inconsolable wails  
Dirty and cold in that big house on the hill  
She had left them there to fend for themselves  
With nothing for heat or for their meals  
The girls lip started to quiver when I asked of their Mum...  
The boys eyes went wild begging his Sissy to stop  
But she burst from the room leading me to her Pa....  
Laying slumped over his desk missing the bulk of his jaw....  
He had been shot in the face by their mothers gun...  
The stench was unreal, I gagged viplently  
I wanted desperately  to run  
But then I heard what the children had done  
The little food their mother had left they had been instructed to.feed him  
When she had left,  he had not yet passed  
There was a tube inserted into his mouth  
Now more a hollow gash
With shaking hands I took from the scared boy the bottle that the mother had prepared them  
When i saw the pinky toe through its sides I dropped it and screamed    
And felt the children's souls shatter like the broken glass