Shattered Worlds

It's a stream of consciousness poem. I have NO IDEA what it means.

Shattered worlds, shattered need
smashed all with their greed.
They seek the source of life to feed,
yet only green backs for their grief.
Pulling down all along the shore.
They fight until the death for more,
and seek the blood within to store,
but still cannot find the source.
All within, I bide my time.
Until they smash upon these rocks of mine,
and crash themselves for their strife
Without their greed.
Without their need.
Without their outrageous dark deeds.
Without their pain.
Without their names,
forgotten as they slip beneath the waves,
to rest till the end of days.
I abide with mine.
What they seek shall forever be mine.