Lord of the flies

I break under the weight of a thousand oceans
God's tears are heavier than they seem
My bones are broken by crushing waves
I choke on the salt
Laid castaway on the shore
The sun cooking me
Seagull food, beach rats
Roasting to a crisp
My skin shrivels and darkens
I'm almost ready
Got no fight left
Can't move
To those who are hungry,
The lighthouse serves.