For this recipe you will need to acquire, one human heart, and pound it out flat, blood, eight pints to ten, and boil over fire, four months of tears should provide for the salt, add the better part of a soul, a few good intentions, and pinch of "it's all your fault"
now add your hopes, and add your dreams, ground up a little warmth and some smiles, and sprinkle it all with a dash of defeat. disrespect, shake and repeat.
mangle, beat, and crush with your feet. tear open your chest, **** it all inside, right under your breast. heat at "Hell" for as long as it takes. baste with fear and loneliness for the time that it bakes.
you won't know when its done; it doesn't come with a timer. Just be patient; let the torture unfold. when all of your faith in the world has receded, and your bright eyes go dead and defeated, when your childish view of the world grows old, your dish will be ready - best if served cold.