Some debts of the human soul are so enormous only life itself is sufficient forfeit- D is for Deadbeat

He only comes when he wants to,
Demon of my dreams,
I give him wine,
Nay! He wants water.

Many decades I have lived,
In a moment, I shall die,
Never to be remembered,
By those I have lived for.

Even now they despise me,
And call me cold,
Those whom I have gone mad to keep sane,
And gone cold to keep warm.

He comes to me now in pity, my dear demon,
So terrifying, yet so beautiful,
I give him wine,
Nay! He wants my soul.