I am digits you should never ask a woman Bronze, golden and dark and Ice I’ve went through I add more to you as the years pass by Though in love some say I don’t matter

Two lips to part, but no words to speak, yet still I sound both sharp and sleek. In sports I reign, in trains I call, a breath of air, is required, that’s all!

A loss that's unfair, A road to nowhere, A grave without care, If hope is light then I am smog in the air, My name is

I have a row of teeth, but I do not have a mouth. I am often seen in bathroom countertops.

I cage the endless in numbered tombs. Twelve watchers circle above seven footsteps that never rest. I steal hours, resurrect them, and sometimes consume a day whole. Tear me apart and I still whisper where your fate lies.