I know you, your make.
The blood that runs through your veins.
Osiris has a long history with Oblivion the DemonKing, Confutatis's "maker".
Your old bones.
Color ref. -- Skull marking on her face.
I see you, your movements.
The shadows that cling to your form.
Color ref. -- Dark shadow.
Your old soul.
Darker personality to go with this stanza as well.
I feel you, your poison.
Magic ref. -- Acid spit.
The acid emanating from your heart.
Personality ref. -- Less than pleasant to be around.
Your old fire.
Sort of fluff, but it tied in with acid and made the paragraphs flow.