One word inpirations

Dead

First off, I'd like to introduce myself. My name is death and well, I believe I don't need to explain what I do. My job has always been the same, collecting the wounded, old and ill. The starved and the parched. I never noticed anything special till the past few years. Kids are screaming and begging for me. Willing to join me in my cold home. They think they will be safe here. From their struggles. Oh little do those foolish kids know, their demons just get passed on. Living with me only makes it harder for others to stay away. Haven't you noticed all the kids making sacrifices of their own body to me while you ignore it. Open your eyes and see the ones who want to visit me. I know many who ended up here, and they regret coming. After all, nothing will happen here except for watching the people at home suffer