Death penalty

Oh poor decapitated me,
what brought my head to thee?
Why do you like to feel my pain,
why do you seem to be too plain?
Are you cruel because you´re weak,
or because you like to take a leak?
What brought my blood to thee?
Do you feel better when I´m gone?
I laugh at you , cause now I´m free.
I don´t rest my life in jail, hon.
Why is there such a penalty,
I ask you while I die,
only because I hated thee?
Blood runs down my neck,
and tastes like cherry pie.
Do you feel good that way,
why that? I cannot say.
What a feeling does it give to thee,
having your revenge on me?