Bits 'n' pieces

Isn't Life the real villain?

In a field,

Where roses and tulips rise to their pedestal of perfection,

A force that will never yield,

While children stayed in their careless oblivion.

Lies and Truth,

Two beings sitting in silence,

Life and Death,

To be interrupted by a question of innocence.

"Death?" She asked,

"Why do they love me, but hate you?"

He rose, with a tongue covered in distaste.

"Because, Darling, you..."

She listened in carefully,

"You are a beautiful lie..."

He stood, his hight on display fully,

"And I am a painful truth."

He turned,

Her stomach churned,

He was right,

But they all still fight,

Convinced Death was still the villain.

But they be wrong,

It is said in vain,

That Life may be the one in the wrong.