Tomino's Hell

[WitchOBones]

Ok, so Tomino's Hell is a supposedly haunted poem that brings only bad things to those who read it. I had someone tell me they got a dark entity in their basement after reading it. So like the genius I am, I read it. Nothing's really happened yet, but my arm started falling asleep at night more frequently than before. I don't know if it has anything to do with it, but I'm a little nervous about it.

[SecretSanta]

Never heard of it, so I googled it. I doubt it has anything to do with your arm falling asleep more often. If it keeps happening you should probably make an appointment with your doctor. 

[+ouija ouija]

The time to worry will be when your arm actually falls off! 

[freetoroam]

Do not worry about it or you could end up attributing any event to this poem. 

The poem is a man made piece of writing, it can not harm anyone. 

Think to yourself, why would anything want to harm you and do it through  a poem? 

if it worries you, you should go to your doctors, they have the knowledge about the human body, man written poems do not and can not affect you physically, only you can be affected by it mentally because you make that kind of mind set by reading old urban legends.

If it were not this poem, it could have been any other, only you can create the fear.

[Timothy]

@WitchOBones, you’ll be fine. 

Can you please let me know which version you read? Verbatim would be great!

The one I read is interesting:

‘Elder sister vomits blood,
younger sister’s breathing fire
while sweet little Tomino
just spits up the jewels.2

All alone does Tomino
go falling into that hell,
a hell of utter darkness,
without even flowers.

Is Tomino’s big sister
the one who whips him?
The purpose of the scourging
hangs dark in his mind.3

Lashing and thrashing him, ah!
But never quite shattering.
One sure path to Avici,4
the eternal hell.

Into that blackest of hells
guide him now, I pray—
to the golden sheep,
to the nightingale.

How much did he put
in that leather pouch
to prepare for his trek to
the eternal hell?

Spring is coming
to the valley, to the wood,
to the spiraling chasms
of the blackest hell.

The nightingale in her cage,
the sheep aboard the wagon,
and tears well up in the eyes
of sweet little Tomino.5

Sing, o nightingale,
in the vast, misty forest—
he screams he only misses
his little sister.

His wailing desperation
echoes throughout hell—
a fox peony
opens its golden petals.

Down past the seven mountains
and seven rivers of hell—
the solitary journey
of sweet little Tomino.

If in this hell they be found,
may they then come to me, please,
those sharp spikes of punishment
from Needle Mountain.6

Not just on some empty whim
Is flesh pierced with blood-red pins:
they serve as hellish signposts
for sweet little Tomino.7’

Credit: https://davidbowles.us/poetry/tominos-hell-by-saijo-yaso/

[Imaginarynumber1]

Reminds me of The King in Yellow