Too loud

The day is turning black
and the moon will soon fade,
Times are getting hard
with the darkest of parades.

For I could never rest
and never sleep,
But tonight I live to be torn to piece.

The tune to my life could never be betrayed,
even though sometimes too loud,
and muffled from the grave.

One day I'll have my way with words,
but they will never have their way with me.