Seven Skulls

Eight skulls adorn my face,
Reminding me of pain.
Tell me what you'd think of me,
Were I to forget…
To take the skulls away from me;
And never think of them.

A skull for him,
A skull for her…
I knew them both before.
A skull for someone quite quite close,
A skull for…well;
Wish I'd known them more.

My fifth skull,
Means the most to me,
She was a dream come true.
She looked after me and cared for me
In ways,
til then, I'd never knew

A skull for someone;
Who I'm sad to say,
I'm glad that they are gone
I wear that as a memory,
Of pain;
Which they brought on…

My seventh skull,
The last I wear,
The last for someone else.
A friend I couldn't save.
The night he went I thought of him…
Sorry mate…still haven't got the nerve
To go and see your grave.

Arrange my seven skulls
Into a simple cross
A loving and quite heartfelt symbol
Of my love for those I've lost.
In the centre a single skull,
It's meaning Is much more.

The eighth skull is the sign,
Of something I can't escape.
To know the utter misery,
I feel for losing them.
I wear that skull so I will know;
I can't do that to my friends.