Dedicated to Philip Graves

She's a miracle dressed in rose,
a blessing in the sand.
Builds fires with emotions,
and captures lives in her hand.
Such a pretty little girl,
capable of filling graves.
She's innocence from a distance,
touch her once, and it's too late.

Because you're dead.
Dead as dead can be.
She'll eat you alive with wicked little smiles.
Such a pretty little thing.

Her intent is pure,
her heart is without malice.
She'll lead you to believe you're wonderland,
then abandon you like Alice.
Her tears are drops of poison,
her laugh, a hurricane.
She brings it all to a bloody end,
and fills another grave.

Because you're dead.
Dead as anything...
...anything that no longer breathes.
Such a pretty little thing.

She never means to harm,
it just happens uninspired.
It's not her fault she has the power
to set your heart on fire.
But, she is everything a boy could want,
a perfect slice of life.
Too bad, it will never last,
because no man will survive.

Because you're dead.
Dead as I can be.
Delicate hands piercing my heart.
Such a pretty little thing.