A complete blank

Tell me some words I might adore
Tell me some things I wish to hear
Everything is a complete wasteland
Everything is bone and swarms of insects
Despising is one thing
Not appearing is another
It was easier to swell and hiss
Now, nothing really gets to me anymore

All I'm asking
Is a mind that makes its echo heard
In this resonance chamber that is my heart
All I'm asking
Is butter fingers petting
Is tattoed, mascaraed melodrama
Give me something to work with
Now, no one really excites me anymore

And a warning to the careless out there:
Everyone is my little tool
Everyone is my little puppet
You'll be immortal through the most dreaded of processes
You'll be a drop of paint, an electric impulse
Something to be awed and gazed at
Are you sure?

I'll be around
Waiting with my pen up in the air
Waiting to stab it through your chest
And suck you dry
I never said this would be fair
But this is what you get when you play my sick little game
All I'm asking after all
Is for someone to fill the blank