I'm fastened with nails. I'm a means to arrive. I'm two to begin but I end as a five. My length is my own, not know globally. The most devious time is when something's a me.

View me with disgust But compute me you must Might make you sick I bet But you need to to catch the net

Pronounced as one letter, and written with three, two letters there are, and two only in me. I’m double, I’m single, I’m black blue and gray, I’m read from both ends, and the same either way.

I sought to hold the morning sun, to claim its brilliance as my own. Yet warmth turned cold in what I won, and hunger chilled my gilded throne. Who am I?

I have no name, though you can call me. I take up no space, unless you record me. To keep me around you must pay your dues. You may tell an ex-lover, it’s me they should lose