Answer:
People are hired to get rid of me. I'm often hiding under your bed. In time I'll always return you see. Bite me and you're surely dead.
All about, but cannot be seen, Can be captured, cannot be held, No throat, but can be heard.
What is that you will break everytime you name it?
The one who makes it, sells it. The one who buys it, never uses it. The one that uses it never knows that heβs using it.
Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.