The monster with a gun

I can’t fight much longer
The monster is getting stronger
She is eating me alive
She is going to over take me with her drive
She is rotting my mind
She is going to bind
My heart and my hands
With her fussy pink bands
She is going to harm
What I love with her new firearm
A pistol called love
She gave me a shove
I gave her this revolver
It is made of crystal
It is made from a dove
She says it comes from up above
But yet in my eyes
Her bullets cut like knives
I can hear the pop of that golden gun
As we all start to run
But no one can make it
No one can outwit
She will leave no one alive
She will take me now with her colt 45