~MoJo Bag~

Your Mojo bag that’s tied,
So tight around your neck.
It holds the pieces of all,
My bad intent.
Bits and parts of a many,
Long lost, forgotten days,
The bag unleashes your prayers,
On me almost every day.
Only two souls know what,
The bag holds within.
You and one sinister from,
The fires deep within.
You open the bag and the,
Wind begins to whim.
Letting out a soul lost,
From the bags inside.
A many of charms are nestled,
deep within your bag.
You took my charms now won’t,
The bag give them back!
The bag and I need a inner nack.
I looked inside to see what I could see,
The bag sealed itself and then,
 I firmily believed.
Whatever it holds I know its kind of black,
Its really what you hold not another sack.
So open it up, and show me what lies
within,
All I ask for is another day,
nestled deep in all my sin!
Inkmaster