It's right behind you,
And creeps on the ground,
It follows you home,
But does not make a sound.
Careful when you turn around.
What is it?
It cannot be seen, it cannot be felt,
Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt,
Lies behind stars and under hills,
And empty holes it fills.
Comes first follows after,
Ends life, kills laughter.
What am I?
Made of ten but two we make,
When assembled others quake,
Five apart and we are weak,
Five together havoc wreak.
What are we?
About Me -
I'm mental and that's about all you need to know.
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