The escape

When ice starts melting upon solid ground as if reality would have brought down some spcter of its existence within the wrath of tomorrow, all a misty memory with the a milky flavour consisting of an unreal spiral dream in the DNAlike shape of difference. 
The scientific glow of wonder as no mear mortal being can reach out a hand and touch this shining molecule not even with a fingernail, the start of a new end, revolutionary meanings created by truth and trust from ancient times until the end of Humanity. 
Thus, while eyes open wide looking for the locked gates of forbidness, destroy the silver chains extended in a snakelike embrase towards a sadistic body spreading a river of red sorrow all around misunderstanding and heavy gray thoughts. 
This whole range of mindly struggle and metaphore might one day bring the escape ... Where to? None knows...