Reflection of the Perfect Martyr...

There she was... someone else pointing accusations...  
Alive in my taunting reflection..  
The girl in the mirror looked back a total stranger..  
She looked old..  
Baby blues had turned grey and welled up Tears spilling in morning girl gone..  
Burning cheeks with heat..  
How Had i lived..in costly uncaring...  
Life..where did you go days gone by..  
Had youth been lost in wild nights  
Had i burried self in my rampant abandon.....  
Excised my ache with a crucifix of costly behavior..  
Worshipped diety of self and false idols of vain fulfilment...  
The girl in the mirror tossed her head back and let out a scream of ages...  
Hit a note of unfelt swing on high...  
That broke the glass to shards.......