He keeps to corners, eyes down low No trace of thunder in his tone The hallway chatter blurs and fades While he rehearses borrowed rage
No one hears the ticking clock Wrapped in calm, he picks the lock
Beware the quiet kind — The calm that hides the loaded mind A colourful truth turned cold and blind You never see it break the line 'Til sirens start to align With the quiet kind
Ledger lights in glass -walled rooms He skims the wealth, avoids the fumes A perfect tie, a polished grin No gun in hand —just greed within
Numbers hum like nursery rhymes Easy crimes in silent lines
Beware the quiet kind — The polished lie behind the shine A handshake firm, a needle fine That siphons hope and calls it mine All profits realigned By the quiet kind
It isn't silence that pulls the trigger — It's the story no one bothers to read.
Midnight streets, a splintered glare Footsteps vanish in stale night air A power game without a roar He writes his tally, wants one more
Newsprint prints the same old line: "Seemed so normal… kept to himself… every time."
Beware the quiet kind — Still water cracks the floodgate wide Intentions whispered, motives tied To shadowed rooms where secrets bide No profile fits the sign Of the quiet kind
Silence isn't sin, but — Listen close… it might begin.
