In vain

Taking a bullet for my love, not only killed me, but it also left me empty. Truthfully released is not a word that would best describe it. Like the apple falling from the tree, the hot metal engraved my body, like a cliché, I turned to butter under it's force. Yet even though the bullet had done it's job, the release was non-existent. I felt no relief, no pain, nothing. Taking my life did nothing, my life is gone, but so am I. She shall live to feel, that makes me...