Protist

You couldn't leave well enough alone
You wanted everything for your own
It's all they chiseled on your headstone
When a digital insect bite introducing a parasite
Stimulated the will to fight

Host the fever that grips you still
The creature that makes you ill
You can't run away from them

You've said your piece but no one heard
The lines you've drawn have all been blurred
You swear the truth isn't black and white
Whatever helps you to sleep at night

Don't you find it mysterious how you can be so imperious
When it's clear you're delirious?
And did you know that hysteria
Catches on like malaria in a wireless area?

Coax a noose into giving you slack
The gorilla down from your back
You can't run away from them