To wait for my Prince

My Perfect Prince.
The Knight of my desires
Come at last, my dark lord
My angel of forsaken evil.
Come to take me to your palace?
Bring me to your shelter for the shielded?
Where all speak what I know not.
The eyes know who I am.
The eyes see what I do.
The eyes watch my lips move waiting for more words to empty into space.
They watch me, pretending once again.
Seems like, almost, a forgiveness.
A shame to them, placed upon me.
My loneliness is cursed with forever
The dreams of nights awaiting.
Now I still wait for my dark lord, my prince, to come.