I am a reminder of the past, forcibly given. Some can be seen, others only felt. I may be attractive to some and repulsive to others. I can be lessened, but never completely erased.

I resemble a rowboat, but I do not float on water. You can relax and rest with me.

I open in rocks when long pressures clash, I split the thunder and shatter up glass. I crawl through walls and sometimes through your jeans, I whisper a vice that devours big dreams.

I'm truly am five words in one; I'm almost as bright as the sun. I can cut, burn, and fray, Or send data long ways But right in your eye I'm no fun

I am known for being dirty, but I do not clean myself. You might hang me.