Answer:
Die without me, never thank me. Walk right through me, never feel me. Always watching, never speaking. Always lurking, never seen.
Long legs, crooked thighs, little head, and no eyes.
Whilst I was engaged in sitting. I spied the dead carrying the living
Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath.
Long and slinky like a trout, never sings till it's guts come out.
What language does a billboard speak?