A recipe for death

One oz. of fucking agony
Two teaspoons of bullshit
Three tablespoons of nightmares
Four cups of depression

One oz.  Of fucking hate
Two pounds of raw emotion
Three kilos of insanity
Four tons of repression

One millimeter of a fucking ice pick
Two centimeters of a bullet hole
Three inches of cut wrists
Four feet of my noose
Five yards of strung out veins
Six meters of exposed intestines
Seven kilometers of body parts
Eight miles of backed up road

One second my life is fucking gone
Two minutes of wondering where I am
Three hours of understanding why
Four days of bereavement
Five years ago you could have saved my life.