T he memories always play back to haunt me.

R ummaging through a stack of vinyl records at Amoeba.

A nxiety finds its favorite record to play, speed up my heart rate... start the mosh pit.

U nderneath that pit, a prisoner sits.

M ay there come a day when freedom wins.

A nd until that day comes let the record play.

T R A U M A

**S**eldom do you come,
**L**ighting up my dreams,
**A**nxiety wakes me up,
**V**ague memories though,
**E**scalating my heart beat,
**R**aving behavior,
**Y**elling for no reason.