Pain my soul stigmata

Mark my words, rhymes tongue rings.
Words rhymes in a row anchors.
Open wounds of the arteries on,
as they pain my soul stigmata
sting the pain of those lightning storm.
I'm in days in past the purple of defiance.
Does not know how to break the shackles,
they bowed weigh a woman's shape.
I can not move the mountains,
I'm bright stars in my eyes shine in the draw.
Constant melancholy, loneliness
revolves around the night of sheets.
The truth of it is war until the
fields of battle, the loneliness of the crash.