Tomino's Hell Poem In English Novels & Stories

“A silly, round man, that Corrompero. A broken soul destined to love yet never be loved. To chase yet never catch. To always walk alone. To dream and yet still greet every sunrise in solitude with an empty heart. “We both know that’s true. And that the boy, your Harrow, Father’s favorite, could no longer endure the misplaced, carnal affections of this Corrompero and so he fled. He escaped. But Corrrompero and you—the snake in our garden, the bad apple blemishing our once sturdy branch—you remain, your guilt as bright and hot as a summer’s day.

My heart raced, but I kept my grip around it despite him wrapping his hand around my wrist, bruising and cutting it. “Locus daemonis obscuri est in inferno. Redi ad infernum unde venisti, inverte tenebras quas in terram nostram misisti et effunde lucem quae per noctem splendeat.” A dark demon's place belongs in hell. Return to the hell that you came from, reverse the darkness that you have cast on our grounds and cast the light that shall shine through the night. My voice was low as I chanted, but I was sure that my words were clear enough.

So I decided to focus on writing the poem which I imagined so I won't forget when he ask me ! What you have done to me It's not me I'm sure it's not me You're not a perfect match for me you're bad and cruel But who knows you're the most pain baring person Your pain is vulnerable Your pain is invisible You're not the person whom you're portraying to the world You're a kid craving true love to mend your heart I will be your guardian angel in your life of hell I will be light to your dark soul I will mend your heart with a ray of hope called love

"The very poison you used on me. Ingenious, really slow, painful, undetectable." I swallowed hard, refusing to let him see the fear clawing at me. “You're crazy," I said, though my voice was firm to let the quaver inside spill out. "Probably," Tom said with a shrug. "But I've had ample time to think. Time to plan. And now it's your turn to experience what I felt." He leaned close, his eyes aglow with malice. "Each dose gnawing away at you," he whispered low, "slow, agonizing, until you would beg for death.”

“Salami? I’d rather be chewed up, digested, and shat by a rock troll than go anywhere near your meager chipolata.” “One of these days, I’ll remind you of this when I’ve got you on my spit,” he hissed through clenched teeth. My stomach dropped, weighed down by a boulder of fear. This was no empty threat, but that was the nature of Hell. I gave him a non-committal hum and folded my arms behind my back like we were going for a stroll. Seriously, the air here was pristine, and the view was spectacular. There was a blue sky outside of the window. Fields of green fields, green forests, and green lakes stretched out toward a range of snow-peaked mountains. Even if I was walking besides Hell’s most i

that needed to be "Debugged." "They aren't coming to 'Talk,' Avery," Tommy said, his voice trembling as he watched the "Static" erase the orbital-gardens of Saturn. "They’re coming to 'Overwrite.' They’re going to turn the entire solar system back into a 'Clean-Violet-Symmetry.' They’re going to 'Succeed' where your father failed."

I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said-"Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed; And on the pedestal, these words appear:

What kind of toys? Nick gave a little chuckle, "Oh my love, nothing that would hurt you, just to - tantalise you, that's half the fun." The sun was beating down, and Nick reached to the table for the sun cream, "Turn over." he said, slipping his hands underneath her and flipping her over. Nick leaned down with a grin on his face and whispered in her ear, "Now I have you at my mercy, your bottom is within spanking distance. Better behave baby." he chuckled in her ear.

" But your feminine features are very beautiful, you would be beautiful if you were a woman, wich you are not, your just an ugly devil" " That doesn't even make any sense, you know that?" " oh shut up already, it's bad enough I'm here with you already I don't need to hear you complain now" " you little..." " by the way where are we? is this hell? it pretty much looks like that....am I actually death and went to hell? WHAT THE FUCK I THOUGHT DIEING IS TO STOP EXISTING " *sigh* " Hei don't talk about my home like that kid!"

I don't hear the words, exactly, but I am locking the doors: the clacking startles me. When I look at him, Tom isn’t moving. I'm not sure if he's still breathing. The window on his side is half down, and doesn't protect him from the meaningless letters that hammer at us from Paul's mouth. They are flying straight at us, and when I look at Tom, he seems hardly able to stand it. Suddenly, the letters outside take each other by the hand, and form chains, then, all at once, a meaning: ‘Just let him die out here, scum he is!’