Answer:
Held firmly in the hands, like a sword it cuts deep. Bloodless strokes, all, then forward we leap.
Long and think, red within, with a nail at the end.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?
When you stop and look, you can always see me. If you try to touch, you cannot feel me. I cannot move, but as you near me, I will move away from you.
Turn us on our backs and open up our stomachs you will be the wisest of men though at start a lummox.
I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail