If you have something to say, say it with conviction believe in the words coming from your mouth because once they're out they don't go back in and no mouth to mouth will resuscitate a bridge that's in flames and as long as you meant every last word every last volley shot over the walls built from years of friendship then no blame can be sent your way but do not be alarmed when they come back around, a little crispy around the edges all shrieking like demons faces black and sooty and eyes red from the smoke that rose from the fires that only tears could put out and they've got a hot coal in their hand that they don't feel and they want to see you burn.
All that makes our demons scary is who they're throwing fire at.