"My mind is a canibal,reveling in vicious pleasure

watching my body devour itself.

The always truthful looking-glass has agreed to a bribe,

offered by the inner-eye, 

and distortion assures me that my skeleton-like state

is ravishing...and that I am the envy of all.

Pernicious pain makes a sculpture out of me,a ghastly creation

which no audience would ever pay to see,except for me

Almost consciuosly I permit coercion to comfort me

with an insidious vile routine...

leaving my emotions famished.

My bones have dried like winter's twigs.

My concave curves have draped themselves loosely in skin.

Like a star burning bright on the threshold of death,

I collapse into myself.

All day is night, and night...

Eternal Blackness.

I die...I swallow death

I consume it with my voracious appetite

It eats me...It digests every part of me

I must be happpy with death.

It loves me...passionately.  It sings to me  lullabys

I will sleep soundly, 

safely in the moist darkness of its stomach"

written by a patient suffering from anorexia