Excuse the language

When I say something. Listen. I don't listen. That's the feeling. I win

Despair is alot like chocolate. You feel it, and then it's gone. You crave it. You crave despair. Don't you crave despair? Yes. That itchy feeling in the back of your throat, that won't go away, until you feel despair. Until you eat your cake. Drink your milk. That is despair

Discourse is like honey. You soothe it down your throat. You're trapped. You're trapped. You're trapped. You have no choice but to submit. Discourse. That yummy warm feeling in your asophogus. Mispelled words become yummy. Peace turns into Chaos. Who am I?