I’m dug by the living for the ones who can’t speak, Secrets whisper from me when the moon hangs low, Detectives disturb me for bones long forgotten, Yet once I claim you, no man ever escapes.

I hold what you’ve done though I cannot act, I steal the present but return it back; Lose me and you lose yourself

I am used to see afar, but I am not used to look at the star. You can find me in iron Coffin deep.

Liquid I am, though wet I am not. Many have little, few have a lot. Often a priority, often a goal.. I'm the devil really, now sell me your soul.

I can carry what you need, but I cannot free up both hands. People use me to shoot hoops.