I closed my eyes,
tired of all those lies.
Nobody knows what's going on.
I wanna keep it that way,
but it doesn't work anymore.
I guess I got a little bored;
I just couldn't keep my emotions in store.
I had to let go and you never said no.
It's the mess I made.
I'm not Jade, I'm the Shadow,
in the meadow, where my body was laid.
You could have stopped me
but you left me be, all alone;
In the darkness, with the devil's empress,
who filled my head with nothing but lead;
Made my blood boil, as I hung from the tree.
It was always me, the one in the meadow.
I was your Shadow, the one you couldn’t escape.
You can't get rid of the body you hid.

Who am I?
Was I sent here just to die?
Have you found my lost and wandering soul?
I came to find what this world has to offer,
But I guess I was mistaken.
While my heart was breaking
I had no other place to go;
Alone in this beaten place
I came to face
The one who held me in His embrace.
But I still ponder and sometimes wonder
Who I am...
Where I began...
Am I home?
Or was I mistaken all over again?

This is a synn.
Synns live in scary sculptures under spider webs in spooky science labs.
Synns eat sour strawberries, smoked sausages, and snapdragons.
Synns send smoke signals, stare at nothing in particular, stalk their prey, and swim in the sea.
Synns like to sing sad songs, to sit around campfires, and to grin at strangers with sharp smiles.
This synn scratched symbols on my arm.
It slings sharp objects at me and stands over me while I sleep.