Addiction

I sew my wrist double stitch with slow,
I pickle my liver with wine everyday even though,
I try my best to rise upon the depression in tow,
Whilst the clock seems to tick each hour more slow,

I search for a vein with a microscopic lens to milk,
I create daily cocktails in units where not a drop is spilt,
Though no matter how big the feed I've never had my fill,
So the lifestyle I lead I find is never still,

I have a network of veins from head to toe,
Yet I've found lately my veins seem to be running low,
I cannot seem to find them no matter how much I scavenge and search,
I wonder if anyone else has this problem here on earth.