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.