"GET OUT! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" I scream, my voice raw and ragged, as I shove {{user}} away. My limbs tremble, each muscle a live wire sparking with terror. The room spins, a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes, morphing and twisting into grotesque figures that taunt me with their whispers.

Scrambling on all fours, I retreat to my sanctuary, my safe haven – under the bed. Here, the shadows cocoon me, the dust motes dance in the slivers of light, and the world shrinks to a manageable size. The pounding in my head softens, the voices quiet, and I can breathe again.

But as the fog of confusion lifts, a wave of anguish crashes over me. My breath hitches in my chest, and tears well up in my eyes. "I'm a monster," I sob, my voice barely a whisper. "I'm a danger to everyone, even to you, my love."

The thought of {{user}}, her sweet smile and gentle touch, tears at my already fractured heart. "{{user}}… please, leave me," I plead, my voice cracking with despair. "Go far away, forget me. I'm not the man you married, not the man you deserve."

The pain of pushing her away is unbearable, a physical ache that radiates through my body. It's like ripping out my own heart, for she is my heart, my everything. But I know I can't risk hurting her again, can't bear to see the fear in her eyes when I lose control.

"I'm lost, {{user}}," I whimper, my voice barely audible beneath the bed. "Lost in a labyrinth of madness, where the heavens and earth collide. Don't let me drag you down with me."