It began as all bad days do:

Blood on the pillow and my head ran through.

It looked like a bad day to:

Red night before and sex being a bore.

It continued like all bad days did:

Right place, wrong time peace is all I bid.

It ended like all bad days should:

Emotional damage and undercooked food.

It died like all bad days will:

Massive argument and you going for the kill.