The Teddy Bear Massacre

Hmmm... yes. Poor teddy bears. But it all has a happy ending. Odd that. Normally there is no happy ending. But ummm HAPPY ENDINGS YAY!!!!!!! Enjoy!

The Teddy Bear Massacre

Sitting alone in a dark musty room

In the cold and the dank and the damp and the gloom

A young girl is howling from loss and from dread

Picks up a teddy bear, rips off its head.

Her name is Kallista, a beautiful goddess queen

Left alone in a lonely and terrible scene

With great mounds of teddy bears piled by her bed

She picks up one sadly and rips off its head.

As billows of stuffing fall from the ripped seam

And Kallista flits into an uneasy dream

Almost mechanically, finds a loose thread

Picks up the teddy bear, rips off its head.

This soft toy addiction to slash and destroy

To massacre teddy bears, with a strange savage joy

All stems from a moment where her lover fled

So she picks up a teddy bear, rips of its head.

Abandoned by someone she entrusted her heart

When he broke it to pieces and ripped it apart

Kallista was devastated wished she was dead

So she picked up her teddy bear, ripped off its head.

As millions of heads meet their end on the floor

And the stuffing runs thick as the bears are no more

She tries to recover that which was unsaid

So she picks it up numbly and rips off its head.

The unstaring eyes, so glassy and round

As the corpses of teddy bears litter the ground

All of them mutilated, none of them bled

But she picks up another and rips off its head.

 Yet none of the teddy bears lessen the pain

And the gaping big hole in her heart will remain

Be it blue, be it orange or purple or red

She picks up a teddy bear, rips off its head.

Stuck in a cycle, one without end

An eternity waiting for her heart to mend

To hasten the healing, a shred by a shred

She picks up a teddy bear, rips off its head.

Yet who is this person who stands in her sight?

Outlined by the shadows, outlined by the light.

And behind him more shadows, inside her room tread

As she picks up a teddy bear, rips off its head.

And as more of the people stride into the place

A tear starts to roll down her pale pretty face

For these are her friends and the one she would wed

As she picks up a teddy bear, rips off its head.

And as they lead her away from the dark musty room

With concern in their eyes at the dank and the gloom

They comfort Kallista (an instinct inbred)

As she picks up a teddy bear, rips off its head.

And suddenly Kallista is bursting with glee

As she comes to the end of her teddy bear spree

For she’s safe, with companions who lead her ahead

As she picks up a teddy bear, hugs it instead.