A closed mouth stores poison.

Pretence is a major shareholder.

Excess laughter isn't happiness.

Beneath that is a fierce killer.

Little by little is what they call them.

Gentle is the name given.

Slow killler, random laughter.

They lay low knowing their capability.

Something deep down eats them up.

They hide their boiling blood from the world not wanting any form of sympathy.

Gentle is a killer believe it or not.

Why do you think deal say nothing?

Why do you think they seal their lips?

Going on in their brain are dates of various killings.

They've got skills so no trace is seen of them.

Gentle is a killer believe it or not.