"They Were Dead, and I Lived" made from page 145 of Frankenstein

“My voluntary thought was swallowed up and hurried away by my delirium.
I became hateful, my mother departed,
And now my hardships I hardly know.
Death wandered in my grave, agitated spirit.
I felt deep grief, rage and despair.
They were dead, and I lived.
I must drag out my weary existence with the deep and eternal grief that I feel.
I swear, this misery will execute my spirit.”