Tangled in the Great Escape

some nights i close my eyes
i imagine myself as
the blackened match
the guzzling water
the tip of a knife
the broken bulb
and i begin to wonder
if my life will begin
or if i should remain as
the blackened match
the guzzling water
the tip of a knife
the broken bulb
or should i just
extinguish the flame
pull the drain
dig in the knife
bury the bulb