Allow me put forward what came to my mind after reading your work:

Bleed as much as you can
But do not bleed out
For in the end of that path would be a new one to follow

A man lies with a parched throat with no water on sight
Somewhere a dog drinks water from a pool overflowing
The sight of the dying man has gone cold
Blank like the hearts of men who would never see him
But the one who see him death would never forget
The forgotten times of the lessons learnt
And the forgetton lessons of the time gone by

How insuffient if my pondering
How incomplete is the man's excuse for thought
Is it not that we find the wanderings in the dark places of our mind
For without it would would ther be recognition of light