In red dusted by fire, this period, your period expires. I made you utter the sound of a bullet passing through his body on a summer day in 2002. 3 ticks a clock, 4 back to you. 6:01, am I everything you could dream of? Would you speak in riddles to fight the circles I spin? When times were good, standing in the back of a picture you took for me, told me that your skin was tan and mine so pale. Ripped from the flames, you burned tonight, all is well. You burned with me tonight, and we both changed in the film not yet a picture developed in my mind. I talk in circles to spite your face. She burned tonight...all is well.