Ineed a poem of video game or friends or family (other than the internet)

Flash, boom. My bullets slash across the screen.
My eyes can't tear away from the tears I'm causing.
Fake blood is flooding the streets because of my actions.
Empty bullet cartages are mixing with the iron of the blood.

All of this is fake.
I don't have to think of my actions.
This is what I love about video games.
You can cause mayhem and destruction,
but it does not matter.
For it is not real.
Its all within a screen, and the click of a buttons.

(THERE YOU GO< ENJOY!)