In the corners of a twisted thought, Where shadows dance and fears are sought, There lies a laugh, so strangely free, Born of a deranged mind's decree.
It echoes through the darkest night, A beacon in the endless fight, A gleeful twist, a wicked rhyme, In the labyrinth of fractured time.
A laugh that's wild, a touch insane, A window to the soul's dark terrain, Yet in its madness, there's a grace, A glimpse of the human heart's true face.
For even in the depths of despair, Laughter can be a breath of air, A reminder that we all may find, Sanity within the deranged mind.
A LAUGH - A DERANGED MIND XII
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In the corners of a twisted thought, Where shadows dance and fears are sought, There lies a laugh, so strangely free, Born of a deranged mind's decree.
It echoes through the darkest night, A beacon in the endless fight, A gleeful twist, a wicked rhyme, In the labyrinth of fractured time.
A laugh that's wild, a touch insane, A window to the soul's dark terrain, Yet in its madness, there's a grace, A glimpse of the human heart's true face.
For even in the depths of despair, Laughter can be a breath of air, A reminder that we all may find, Sanity within the deranged mind.