I wanted to try something like this out, so yeah... You can read it two ways.

“Innocence”

Innocence sprouted in brilliant wings from our backs; it
has faded now, but I remember its shining days before we
shattered our souls to create room for adulthood and moved
into the darkened decades of work and hate when
a single shout can demolish everything because stress enters through a
thousand cells and washes through us as we stare at the
shards of the mirror we broke long ago to ensure we
all live terrible lives and can’t see our pain as we lie
waiting for a happy ending we know will never come
to greet us on our bedsides and take our hands so we learn to
be children again, to be happy again, but we refuse to be
lifted from our internal prisons of deepest despair
and shove away the only chance we’ll ever know through doors with
polished handles and fresh crimson paint depicting a stairway reaching
to hell so we always remember where we are headed, so we avoid
newness, which children adore and follow in gleeful skips and hops,
but we never understand because depression haunts us so
we refuse to admit joy exists somewhere out there where we’ll
never visit out of fear and a twisted sense of stability that
will haunt us till the end of our days, long after we’ve been replaced.