6 Senses, 6 Directions, 6 Dimensions

My demons are choking me, I can’t seem to breathe,
My sins shine so blindingly I can’t really see,
My heart is malevolent, It’s putrid not pure,
I hear only voices which makes me unsure,
Which light should I go to the black or the white,
They both seem so tempting so bright and so right,
But with the black I taste blood and the white I taste wine,
With the black I gain hatred and with the white I gain time,
If I reach out and touch it the black feels so cold,
The white feels so warm, but the black gleams like gold,
The white isn’t dull but it’s tempting much less,
And the black calls me to it, but the white calls me blessed,
The black’s path is crocked, it twists and it turns,
It seems hard to travel while nothing is learned,
The white seems so simple, the purest of each,
But it seems so much longer and farther to reach,
The black looks much shorter, its light looks so close,
I can feel its warm heat caressing me the most,
The white’s out of reach it’s fading and distant,
The voices are calling, but I can’t seem to listen,
My patience is thinning, I don’t know what to do,
Black or white, left or right, up or down, one or two,
But I guess I shouldn’t worry I have a while to decide,
Which light is high and right, and which light is below the tide.