Suicides are never reaped

"I looked, and behold a pale horse; and his name that sat on him was Death" - rev 6:8

Death rides fast
across this earth.
He's always the last.
He may bring up the rear
of all of man's plagues
but love don't you fear.
We've been gone for a while
and out of His reach.
We walk a lonely mile.
He can not reap
what we've already taken.
And the heavens do weep.
So we shall be stranded here
after Death takes them all.
This is our punishment dear.