Answer:
In your fire you hear me scream creaking and whining yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
I am brown and sticky
I can fly but I have no wings. I can cry but I have no eyes. Wherever I go darkness follows me.
What is the saddest fruit?
I love to twist and dance. Though wingless I fly high up into the sky.
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.