The Black Skull

My first poem, advice is welcomed but be kind.

The black skull is in a certain way

Where the black skull thinks its non-existent brain away

About the state of the world we live

But why a skull to think like this?

Why a skull has thought?

Why does it think if it has naught

A brain nor heart no organs are found

Only the bone that holds the king's crown

No muscle or tissue

This may be an issue

But the skull gets along just fine

Even though it's without a spine

The black skull can still thrive