Answer:
Tear off my skin. I won't cry, but you will. What am I?
People see through me, but none pass through without killing me. I can be anywhere, and can be seen double or single. What am I?
In wealth I abound; in water I stand; as a fencer I'm valued all over the land; at Venice I'm famous; by farmers I'm prized; respected by law yet huntsmen despised; consternation and ruin ensue when I break; And the beasts of the forest advantage won't take.
I am created through suffering, inspiration, joy, and even despair. Born as an idea, and then presented to the human eye. Unlike living things, I never die. What am I?
Where I am there is no south, west, nor east, and weather is not fit for man or beast. What am I?
Long and slinky like a trout, never sings till it's guts come out.