Answer:
It holds no blessings in disguise. Its rhymes are aimed at your demise, it's cast only to ruin, Whatever you are doin'.
Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters. What is it?
Today he is there to trip you up. And he will torture you tomorrow. Yet he is also there to ease the pain, when you are lost in grief and sorrow.
You should keep it as straight as can be, yet very few do. Most of the time it's slightly bent or curved. Your sadness usually causes it to bend further, but donβt bend it for too long or it may never be able to fully straighten out again. What is it?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?