Tragedy of Wanderer!

Tragedy of Wanderer:

And suddenly he felt them coming all at once, for which he wasn't ready and it was not that he did not want it, he dreamt of it but now at its real sight, it scared him more than anything. He found words all over his body, burying him below, suffocating his breath, blocking his nerves, sucking his blood out of tensed veins. He felt the air getting heavier around, he was losing sight of everything. He took out his glasses, wiped it couple of times, placed it back upon his eyes but alas! It was all getting blurred so fast, damn not because he could not see them, but because they were too many to see anything through them. His eyes started feeling the pain hard, he got to do something fast, but what, he could not think of. Drink! Drink! A voice came, but who was it, never-mind, he opened the bottle gulped down mouthful of that bitter fluid. Boom! He had been kind of bulldozed off his body and thrown in a dark corner of his own shadow, where he saw nothing but darkness beneath his Skeleton being licked by source of millions of ant like words, poisonous and thirsty. He offered them his bottle; they laughed and filled their glass with his blood, Smell of his own blood started making him high. He started losing grip off his glass slowly, Being cursed! 

~ Praveen Parasar