Im on a subway train,
It's dimly lit and I'm the only soul,
Some would call it the Devil's train,
But as far as I can tell It's been nice.

My hands are cold and so is my nose,
Time slows down I'm suddenly not alone,
His eyes glow yellow and nails grow sharp,
He threatens me to stay seated,
I cannot take my eyes off of the man,
I cannot see his face, is this my death?

He's stepping to me,
A green and black wool hoodie and tight black jeans,
I know who this is and I'm afraid,
He pulls something out of his pocket,
A torch, the fire is there and somehow lit,
Handing it to me, he steps off of the moving train.
I then realize that I can die- open and inviting me.

Tempted, I lean over the edge and try,
Failing, I end up back on the seat I was sitting on,
Glancing down at the torch on the dirtied ground,
I try to make it brighter but it doesn't seem to work,
Then I realize the purpose of this torch,
It flickers in recognition and glows brighter.

I'm ready to move on,
The train slows to a stop and a road sits outside the doors,
So I take this as a sign to get out and move,
Trekking down the path with a blazing torch that's my own.