In the corners of a twisted thought,
Where shadows dance and fears are sought,
There lies a laugh, so strangely free,
Born of a deranged mind's decree.
It echoes through the darkest night,
A beacon in the endless fight,
A gleeful twist, a wicked rhyme,
In the labyrinth of fractured time.
A laugh that's wild, a touch insane,
A window to the soul's dark terrain,
Yet in its madness, there's a grace,
A glimpse of the human heart's true face.
For even in the depths of despair,
Laughter can be a breath of air,
A reminder that we all may find,
Sanity within the deranged mind.
