In the shadows of a deranged mind's domain,
A twisted laughter, an eerie, haunting refrain,
A symphony of madness, a discordant rhyme,
In the labyrinth of thoughts, lost in time.
A chuckle, a cackle, a sinister sound,
Echoing in the darkness, all around,
A laugh that dances with the demons inside,
A macabre waltz where sanity hides.
Yet, in this chaos, there's a strange allure,
A glimpse of the human soul, unsure,
For even in madness, there's a trace of grace,
A fragile connection to the human race.
So, let us ponder, with empathy's art,
The laughter of the deranged, the broken heart,
For in understanding, we may yet find,
A path to heal the wounds of a troubled mind.
