Why do people do bad things?

In shadows deep, where darkness dwells,
A question lingers, its tale it tells.
Why do hearts sway towards the night,
Choosing paths that shun the light?

For some, it's pain that leaves its scar,
A wounded soul, adrift, afar.
In search of solace, they may roam,
But find it not, and lose their home.

Ambition blinds, a tempting gleam,
Power's call, a haunting dream.
In blinded pursuit, they lose their way,...