In the hollow of midnight's chime, Echoes a laugh, both dark and prime. Twisted thoughts, a mind's wild dance, In the shadows, it takes its chance.

Eyes that gleam with a manic glee, Reveling in chaos, as wild as the sea. A heart that's broken, yet beats so loud, Lost in the madness, away from the crowd.

Whispers of pain, tales untold, A soul once pure, now bought and sold. Yet in that laugh, a hint of grace, A deranged mind, seeking its place.

For even in madness, there's beauty to find, In the intricate patterns of a deranged mind.