Among Sheep

                Lots of thoughts can go through a person’s head, 60,000 in a mere day at average. Things like what to eat, and who to talk to, collective thoughts of the normal person’s day. What about those who are special, not “special” like the masses call it. No, truly special, wolves among sheep. What are there thoughts like? What do they normally think about? What do they differently than everyone else? Is there something wrong with them? So misunderstood is the need to kill. It’s a feeling a select few get, and it is controllable for most. It’s one of those feelings  you  just can’t shake, but know it would be foolish to act upon. Of course, you would ponder over the feeling, and what it would be like, to take a life. How exactly could you? You’d be caught, or could you get away with it? Sometimes people do act upon these feelings. They may do it once, and it may be someone they hate, or love even. It could be a random person, who gave off the perfect vibes. If you, or anyone else, acted on those feelings, what WOULD happen? Would they simply perish, persist, or grow stronger?

This urge is not unnatural, it is simply nature. Morality is a blind on a window, closed during a beautiful day. If morality did not cloud ones mind, then the need to kill would be felt by every living being. Some are born with the need, the blind of morality opened. Some go through intense mental and physical issues, in which morals are no longer a factor. Either way, they are freed from the awful blind of morality, free to do things others would not. Even in those who were once innocent, or seem innocent, we all know that innocence never lasts. Some may say that we are broken. Some may say we are abominations. Some may even say we are freaks. I don’t think that’s right at all, you see, all the masses and “normal” people are just sheep, poor little lambs waiting for the slaughter. I don’t think we’re broken, crazy, or anything of that nature. I like to think of us as wolves.