N2,O (Dragon Slayer)

Nothing is clear when she's tripping on gas
Inside, the outside, is just dripping wet glass
Takes another breath in (phfft), but she's not laughing
Reality is waxing and waning and her sanity's crashing
Oh My God! What the fucking hell has she done?
Undermined by delirium, she's completely unspun
Shaking and sweating, she's gripping a bloody cleaver
On the floor, a body and gore; did he try to leave her?
X-ray eyes are alight, for she's with orcs and dragons
In her illusory world, where her serenity slackens
Disembowelling the demons, but her monsters are faux
Except everything flips when she's on N2,O

Demons and orcs and of course, dragons too
Roam in gossamer clouds; some fly high and through
All atrocious creatures, they have all come to bait
Goading her into the neurosis of a nightmare's fate
Outside, the inside, is awash with delusional gas
Neither here, nor there, she's in thrall to a mask
She's a deranged monster killer, she's a dragon slayer
Lost in the mumbling tongues of a mad soothsayer
And now her end is nigh, for her end is death
Yearning for N2,O was always beyond her depth
Everything flips and fades, as the cleaver cuts
Reality trips and lies, amongst the blood and guts