Answer:
This is your stomach's way of letting you know you've neglected it.
The edge of earth and bread.
The coziest place for Dracula
I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red.
Sometimes you feel it weigh a ton. Yet it is nothing, but somehow still there. Makes you uncomfortable around anyone, But speak its name and it's gone.
Black we are and much admired. Many seek us if they are tired. We tire the horse, and comfort man, and turn White when we've fulfilled your plan.