Controller

My rifle rests, its work was hard.
I didn’t have to think.
Bullets spilled your enemy’s blood.
You didn’t even blink.
I am trapped inside this armor,
Kept here against my will.
So it isn’t me who murders.
I must believe it still.
With each day a new fight comes and
I hope that I might die.
In death I find my only peace,
Free from commands I lie.
There isn’t much that I can do,
My heavy heart I hold.
I shouldn’t be ashamed of death.
The dead can’t be controlled.
I know too how the others feel,
Forced into endless war.
They are empty just as I am.
That’s what we’re all made for.
I beg you please to think of us,
Next time you play our game.
Remember we are people too,
Don’t send us home in shame.
Till then I’ll just be waiting here,
Stuck inside Halo 3.
My actions should be mine to own.
I know you won’t agree.
To you I’m not a person, but
An object on TV.