Everything But Alive

I have the kiss of death.
A decaying smell,
that layd on my breath.
I have eyes that'l kill.
They'l burn through you,
yes they will.
I have the touch to take one's life.
Something so deadly,
like a bloody knife.
I have a heart of stone.
So cold,
where no blood has flown.
If you dare to come close.
It is your fate,
you have chosed.