In the quiet of the night, a chuckle did resound,
Echoing through empty halls, a laughter unbound.
Not one of joy, nor mirth, nor glee,
But one that spoke of a mind, wild and free.
Twisted thoughts, a maze so deep,
Where shadows lurk and secrets seep.
A deranged mind, lost in its own jest,
Finding humor in the world's unrest.
The moonlight shone, casting eerie glow,
On a face contorted, putting up a show.
Eyes that gleamed with madness so pure,
A laugh that was both the ailment and the cure.
For in that sound, one could discern,
A soul that's lost, with no return.
Yet amidst the chaos, one thing was clear,
The laugh was a mask, hiding a tear.
