A Fan is no Friend

A fan is no friend,
It's cold and dishonest,
Blowing air to your brain,
So dusty and electronic.

The low hum of its tune,
Keeping quiet and gentle,
A stab to the back,
Leaving you broken and mental.

But what fan do you have,
You can look up to the most?
When the cold is painful,
Running through like a ghost.

No one is ever loyal,
Not even mans best friend,
So show us those true colours,
And let the cold never end.

I looked up to you my dear,
For so long I was entranced,
But if the fan blows a little harder,
Know I'm happy we still danced.