Broken Hearted Mirrors

It seems like every mirror's broke',
your face always looking back at me.
Just plain reflective glass, my dear,
but ugly are these things I see.

Make a dandelion wish
as the clocks flame in the night.
Dandelion puffs fly far...
far away into the fire's light.

Pandora's box was made of black
ebony with inlaid gold.
One lock, one key; so simple, you see,
for all of hell to unfold.

Every word we do not speak
pulls us closer and closer apart.
A thousand ugly mirrors to fill the void,
they shatter just like broken hearts.