The 5 senses of emotions

Envy

In the gardens of the mind, envy creeps,
A venomous vine, where jealousy seeps.
Taste it? A sour bile, bitter and sharp,
Like biting into an unripe fruit, leaving a mark.

It sounds like whispers of discontent,
Jealous murmurs that never relent.
The rustle of leaves, as envy unfurls,
A symphony of coveting worlds.

And what does it look like, this green-eyed beast?
A twisted reflection, a soul deceased.
Eyes that glare with a poisonous gleam,
Masking the envy that lies in between.

The scent of it hangs in the air, thick and cloying,
Like the sickly sweet perfume of fruit decaying.
A scent that lingers, heavy and foul,
A reminder of envy's toxic scowl.

Feel it? Like a fire burning deep within,
Consuming the soul with envy's sin.
A gnawing ache, relentless and cruel,
Feeding on envy like a hungry ghoul.

And in the end, envy is a shadowy twin,
A constant companion, whispering sin.
A reflection of desires left unmet,
An eternal hunger, never to forget.