god of whispering screams

A very old piece I will either work on or re-do:

Walking through sands thus combining an isolated desert .carrying a blind eye at that tip of each neck pupiled by a mask. their faces classic comfort versus pain, it's Gills radiating wraiths composed of silent cries for consolation and help and dust which fuels the desert sand. the sands eventually form wraiths with zero senses, to occupied by a direction to keep the god Company. It is a cruel world when no one listens. the classic friend exists no more and it leaves the concepts of needing one alone. and so god of whispering screams I shout to you. I feel you pain and wish for your help getting out of this desert. bring back my life. May we make them see their selfishness. hypocrites are hypocrites but they can be right. Help me find a way on my own as pathetic as it sounds. this hell is too much. we are alone now. shaddow is hard to see but has entwined our souls too much. everyone has left us so we shall someday leave this land