In the hush of the silent night, A laugh echoed, devoid of light. Twisted and turned, it spiraled around, A deranged mind, where chaos is found.

The moon hid behind a veil so thin, Afraid of the madness, the shadows within. Each chuckle a story, a memory untold, Of a mind once sane, now uncontrolled.

Whispers of pain, regrets that bind, Lost in the labyrinth of a deranged mind. Yet amidst the chaos, a truth unfolds, Even the deranged seek love to hold.

So when you hear that laugh so wild, Remember the child, once meek and mild. For in every laugh, deranged or kind, Lies a story, a journey, of the human mind.