The Withering

My touch is destruction,

but I don't mean to sting.

Don't try and give your love,

I'll hurt you all the same.

I'm hollowed out and ravaged,

I grow lonelier everyday.

I'm a sick disgusting savage,

So please just stay away.

You can't hear me breathing,

I'm barely even alive.

Let go and start retreating. 

With me, you'll surely die.

Reviews

[JennaP]

Very good poem! Loved it.
The only thing i would advise doing is to combine the "I am" in the 7th line down into "I'm". This will make the poem flow more smoothly and will be an easier read for the reader.
Also, I would change the second to last line into a sentence, (So save yourself from bleeding.). This will add emphasis; something that you really want at the end of a poem. Especially for a powerful one like this. :)

[Sam Sin Sepultura]

Hey, thanks, that did make it flow better :D and I'm thinking of something for that last line. Thanks for the review :) This is definitely not my best though, you should read mah others :p

[JennaP]

Will do. :)