Answer:
I go inside boots and outside shoes. What am I?
You use a knife to slice my head and weep beside me when I am dead.
Golden treasure I contain guarded by hundreds and thousands. Stored in a labyrinth where no man walks Yet men come often to seize my gold. By smoke I am overcome and robbed then left to build my treasure anew.
What has banks but no money a bed but no sleep waves but no ocean?
I run smoother than any rhyme I love to fall but cannot climb.
Give it food and it will live, give it water and it will die.