Metro Nights with Digit (Visit to the USA)

The darkness woke Digit in his room
He knew he would have to wander soon
The Ramadan in Eastside he chose to hide
To find for his sharpened blade a bride

It was a cool evening in full swing
Digit left to do his nasty thing
To the prime of the city he did go
On the Metro he would start his show

Greeting the gate keeper as he smiled
Don’t worry you are safe my child
Let me catch a train to anywhere
Let’s see a ticket to butcher and scare

Digit rode the beast of the underworld
Not caring where, the walls were blurred
An hour or two he just glided on
Watching those travellers getting on

He knew inside that they couldn’t hide
From his shining blade that night
Later some would have such a fright
Looking for a solitary being he sighed

This is a new place for me to kill
A trial to check that he retained the skill
It was with a gleam in his eye
Spotting a solitary traveller by and by

What he would call a clown in a suit
A banker or some such waste of space
Smug swine you will not wine tonight
He gave up his life without a fight

So fast was digit’s arm in its arc
No time to give the suit a start
A fine blade he chose that night
First kill in New York a tidy sight

The train blurred its beckoning wall
The dead man didn’t have time to fall
Digit had to smile a pinkie he cut off
In his seat he perched his kill so chuffed

Digit a happy man a new world in his head
He walked off the train to the other side
Caught the next back to where he would hide
The city would just go on, another man dead

This is bad Digit was not impressed
The death on the metro wasn’t addressed
He then made up his mind to show them
That one death by him was a bad Omen

They would soon have to take note
Digit was knocking at their doors
The best serial killer racking up a score
Tomorrow was another day on this shore

To the hotel he walked as in a dream
This place is easy or so it seemed
New York, well he had heard stories
But it was early morning no worries