Grey eyes looking so dull,
A bloody hole through your skull,
But it wasn't your fault,
That your life just came to a halt.
Dressed in an oversized pinny,
But in fact you were quite skinny,
They always called you fat,
It wasn't your fault you went splat.
Rope tied around your neck,
You're looking like such a wreck,
As you stepped off the wooden rack,
It wasn't your fault your neck went crack.
*A knife slid across your wrist,
They hardly knew you exist,
As it cuts through your vein,
Its not your fault you died in pain.
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