In the quiet of the night, a chuckle did resound, Echoing through empty halls, a laughter unbound. Not one of joy, nor mirth, nor glee, But one that spoke of a mind, wild and free.

Twisted thoughts, a maze so deep, Where shadows lurk and secrets seep. A deranged mind, lost in its own jest, Finding humor in the world's unrest.

The moonlight shone, casting eerie glow, On a face contorted, putting up a show. Eyes that gleamed with madness so pure, A laugh that was both the ailment and the cure.

For in that sound, one could discern, A soul that's lost, with no return. Yet amidst the chaos, one thing was clear, The laugh was a mask, hiding a tear.