I've been working on this one little by little over the course of a month or so and it's finally done (the point may have meandered a bit over time lol). And yes, for those who might catch it, I did borrow a bit of the first couplet from Bad Religion.
Old habits die slowly,
never resting in peace,
Clinging to the familiar,
but all things must cease.
Wraiths of the past
come to take what was theirs.
Time claims to heal all,
yet too slowly repairs
all the wounds that say more
than we could ever tell,
but the scars that still plague us
define us as well.
All the fragments of flashbacks
and steps to retrace.
Just pieces of puzzles
to fit into place.