In the quiet of the night, a chuckle did resound, Echoing through empty halls, a laughter unbound. Not of joy, nor of glee, but of madness profound, A deranged mind's mirth, where sanity is not found.

Whispers of shadows, tales of yore, The laughter grows louder, impossible to ignore. A dance of chaos, a mind's inner war, Where reason has fled, and madness does soar.

Yet within that laugh, a plea might you hear, A cry for help, a tear masked by fear. For a deranged mind, lost and unclear, Seeks solace in laughter, its only frontier.

So when you hear that laugh, so wild and so free, Know it's a call, a plea to just be. For in every deranged mind, a soul you might see, Yearning for love, for peace, for glee.