The Truth

the truth is like
loud music playing at 4 in the morning
when you have to be up at 5
it echoes booming like a loud persistent bass beat
leaving your head pounding... you can't think straight
the truth is like a hangover
it wakes you in the morning with waves of sick
sick all over yourself, you never make it to the toilet
it rages, rolling with every turn of your head
it takes over logic, and leaves you fetal position in the shower
the truth is like a zombie apocalypse
because deep down inside you know
that you will never survive it
it devours with insatiable hunger
the meek and weary
The truth is a cockroach
that lives on forever